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  • Sadness

    Me

    Theres more to me, I hope you'll see.
    Though I'm not the girl, I used to be.
    My heart and soul are still the same,
    but different at times; theres lots to blame.
    My lifes been dealt some unmatched cards,
    and trying times can make you hard.
    I try to cope.
    Take things with ease.
    Be who I am.
    Always try to please.
    But at times, I need a break.
    Just be alone;
    for my own sake.
    Still other times,
    I need someone near;
    someone to talk to,
    about all my fears.
    Sometimes I'm lonely.
    Sometimes I'm blue.
    Sometimes I just need ,
    someone to talk to.
    I will be there,
    to listen to you.
    I'll lend you my ear,
    to help you get through.
    So if I'm needed,
    I'll be around.
    Happy 'cause you're happy;
    or if lifes weighing you down.
    I am happy,
    and I am sad.
    There are times when I'm mad.
    There are so many sides of me
    I'm just not the girl,
    I used to be.





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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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