A poem: They see me by Chantel Whyte

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Comment by corey on May 1, 2008 at 2:03pm

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confiding, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

Comment by corey on April 29, 2008 at 6:56pm

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

Comment by Anthony on April 28, 2008 at 8:23pm

Thats a nice poem...i'm sad all my life....I kind of accept it now. life hard, kids in eighty making cookie out of clay...

dont ask me why are where God at...

Comment by Chantel Whyte on April 28, 2008 at 8:04pm

I usually write poems wen i'm sad but i've learnt to write poems all d time...wenever i feel like it