Hatred And Sorrow


I hate the way my life is,
Just sorrow and cries.
I hate the way I am,
Cause nothing in me is right!
Just hatred and sorrow around me...
Frowning faces hug me tight.
No one to love me,
Just sadness to care!
This life of mine,
Which is torn apart...
me at the center,
I wonder why!

Comments

  1. Sakhi.December 1, 2008 at 4:01 AM

    lovely poem nd awesome pik!!btw no one's tht unlucky guy!trust me:)

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  2. cDecember 1, 2008 at 10:03 AM

    Great poem! Thanks for the comment. No C is not my real name. I don't know why i picked C for a blogger name because my real name doesn't even have C in it. I was just feeling random. I just didn't want anyone to know my real name because I am paranoid about stalkers and stuff. lol.

    PS I rated this post superb!

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  3. SavyDecember 1, 2008 at 10:52 AM

    Nice poem, I love your blog! Thanks for the comment!

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  4. DibsyDecember 1, 2008 at 11:30 AM

    That chick has tight pants.

    I emailed you!!! Didya get it??

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  5. Miss. MaddieDecember 1, 2008 at 3:10 PM

    Love the poem your a fantastic writer! and i love that girls braclets and pants!

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  6. ♡♥-$u.™♥♡December 1, 2008 at 5:37 PM

    I use to feel that way.
    Not no more.
    I was just being emo. Turns out I was never emo.
    LOL!
    And that picture reminds me of me because of the pants and the bracelets.
    I got LOTS of bracelets.
    I got 12 on and 12 off.
    I got more but I am not sure if I have 24 or more.
    Eh, well.
    Nice poem

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  7. *::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*December 1, 2008 at 5:44 PM

    i love it :)

    orchestra was ok, it took me awhile to remember everything though :P

    :D

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  8. BiLLiON $$$December 1, 2008 at 5:49 PM

    thanks i like your blog to
    this pic is great :)

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  9. ellieDecember 2, 2008 at 6:33 AM

    Great stuff in a very small poem. all the best on your creativity.

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  10. SydneyDecember 2, 2008 at 8:08 PM

    love it!

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  11. AnonymousDecember 5, 2008 at 12:24 PM

    Wow! Those jeans look like mine! Do u like the states? I am homeschooled like Bob, I like it. Just wanted to say hullo!
    _Crystal

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