trapped
i'm not here
forever
and someday the time will come
when i won't be here at all
and when it does will i really be happy?
will i ever be happy?
they all tell me to stop.
they think it's only a party
of pity...
my misery is not fabricated
though i wish it were
because then i wouldn't feel this pain.
This poem was written by soulspin on Jan 01, 1992.
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