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I hate the way you look at me

Because all you see is a lie

When all i really want to show you

Is the true me i hide inside





That rose you see

Is just a bud, waiting to bloom

No color left in her life

No reason to move





Her depression runs so deep

The mask she wears impossible to break

With friends like hers

Its too easy to hide her depression inside





With a life like a bad horror film

This rose moves without a care

No feelings, There's no expression on her face

Like a lifeless rag doll she sits, and she waits





For one person to care

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Thousandyears
05:27 Oct 29 2012

Such a sad poem. But good as well.

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