Poetry: Those "Friends"
They copy what makes us the person we are,
Thinking that doing this they’ll get very far.
Yet they do not understand the true nature of this,
How what made us who we are gave us great bliss!
I feel as if I’m going to rip my hair out,
How they lie, day in and day out.
Pretending to be something they’re not,
This is the very reason we fought.
Why can’t they become who they really are?
I don’t care if it means them going to a bar!
I want my identity back so I won’t feel this pain,
My soul is somewhere on Misery Lane.
What do I do? Do I run or stay and Fight?
Guess I better sharpen my fangs for the bite.
Are you ready for what you deserve?
I’m surprised you’ve got the nerve!
Lying to my face,
Now you’re on home base.
You’re not getting away that easy!
Doesn’t this make you queasy?
This is for my heart and this is for my soul!
Feels worse than ripping out a mole?
Good! My revenge is not complete,
But this vendetta won’t be beat.
~Hotaru Sakurako
This is about the friends we have that can make us mad because they can't learn to be they're own person. I use my pen name in this just to let you know.
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2008-04-08 14:37:29
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2008-03-26 21:54:29