Aren't I?
Aren't I your favorite doll?
The one you love and cuddle?
The one whom you tell all your secrets too?
The one...who sits in that corner and waits?
Aren't I your favorite friend?
The one you laugh and hug?
The one you hate and envy?
The one...you wish you were?
Aren't I your little tail?
Following your every step.
Your every move.
Every sin.
Aren't I the crying clown?
The teardrop painted on my face.
Frozen it stays there.
Waiting for me to raise my brush.
Aren't I your broken heart?
The peices and remains?
The stitches and needle?
The crippled and defiled?
Aren't I the shining sun.
Brightly everyday.
But when night comes along.
I hide in my shadows.
Aren't I just stupid?
Falling over the air.
Adding when I need to subtract.
Lingering when I need to forget.
Aren't I just your stupid toy?
Throw me around.
Toss me.
Break me and cry...
Aren't I just perfect?
Aren't I just special?
Aren't I just a mistake?
Aren't I just a tear.
Well... Aren't I?
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SamShamrock
I go by the name Sam. I write when I feel the need to. Nothing more, nothing less. Most of my writings I just my inner emotions and conflictions, so a lot of it is opinionated. But if you do find yourself ever relating to something I may have written, that'll make me happy to know. I also have a deviantart. Posting old (personal favorites, you could say.) poems from my old account: SamShamrocks. Don't be a stranger~ - Sam
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