Chapter 1: Guilt
A Sign
I write this poem of love and pain
The line of mistakes that I made
That caused me to hurt just this way
I think, but I think in dismay
I don't get why I can hurt people, in such a way.
In which of love
And I feel guilty because
I make people hurt, some of the people I love.
Just like a lonely dove
fluttering away from a tree of
Loneliness.
In which the pain
Some of the things I say
Just slip out of my mouth
In an unfriendly way.
I'm sorry to all the people
In which I hurt
To you I was such curt.
Guilt is one of the top things on my mind.
To hurt amost everyone in human kind.
I make people cry
But not on purpose, because my
because my brain is intertwined
With unkind.
'Cause I just don't think.
And sorry to all the people I hurt
'Cause I love or befriend you all
And I do not mean to hurt your feelings.
Chapter 2: Obsession
Obsession
I get obsessed
Only once in awhile
Sometimes during a test
Maybe even looking at floor tile
Most always it is at some sort of fun fest.
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I sometimes look askance
And then I try something new
When I finally, finally, finally get a chance
The wheel repeats itself, it's like it has a curfew
After that, inside my head, new ideas start to come and dance.
Chapter 3: Happiness
Happiness
Things that make you smile
Every once in a while
Some smiles are really short
And some can stretch as long as a mile
Some cough up just plain air
While some, well they just cough up bile.
Happiness comes in different ways
Such as having fun
Just a ton
And sometimes when you're done
Sometimes when fathers hug their son
And when some people look at the sun.
Some people when they run.
Sometimes when you've won.
But not when they've got none.
Sometimes when you eat a cinnamon bun
There is too much to name, only a ton.
In my opinion, happiness isn't just a feeling
It is my sixth sense.
-FAx 5
Chapter 4: Sadness
Sadness
It is referred to as dark
It is referred to as disconsolate
But often referred to as
Crying
Tears
Red faced
Letting it out
Sniffling
But ti is most oftenly referred to as sadness.
Hate
Anger
Bottled up, and breaking the bottle
Feelings
Jealousy
Teased
Made fun of
Accused
Grief.
Sometimes referred to as Unlucky
Insecure
Declined
Proved wrong
Stupid
But none of this makes sense, let us just carry on with LIFE!
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