Still GoodA Poem by tynamiteThis is about me becoming more sad and others being jealous of the happiness that I have in the hardship that those people gave me.They hate it that I can make sunshine out of the rain they give them.Things were fresh, when I came.
When I came, I came forth.
I came forth, but I had values.
But I had values, and sillyness, things had to change.
They were grouped, I was one.
I was one and, of what to become?
And what to become? Sediment.
Sediment from the coast, alone.
Alone, they never felt alot.
Alot, I wanted just this once.
I wanted just this once, but it wasn't applicable.
Not applicable, was not for them.
They so have tried, to knock me down.
To knock me down, I have already been.
I have already been, through time after time.
Time after time, I'm dissed and excluded.
In whatever form, the hate.
The hate, just another way, to drill into a wall.
To drill into a wall, of backing of the past peoples.
Backing of the past peoples, supporting me.
Still supported by old and long friends.
Still good. © 2010 tynamiteAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthortynamiteBirmingham, England, United KingdomAboutHello peepz! I write novels and short stories in the "urban life" genre going for the "thought provoking" style. You could call it realism, but even romance and crime novels can be realistic, so I.. more..Writing
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