EVERY HOUR

THERE ARE A MILLION AND ONE WORDS I CAN THINK OF TO SAY TO YOU...
BUT THE ONLY WORDS THAT COMES OUT IS, I CANT STAND YOU ...
WHY MAKE SOMEONE ELSE FEEL PAIN JUST BECAUSE YOURE IN PAIN...
WHY KEEP TELLING HIM , HE WONT GROW UP , HE WONT CHANGE..
WHY HURT HIS FEELINGS WHEN HE DONT CARE ABOUT HIS SELF OR HIS FEELINGS...
WE ARE TOGETHER BUT APART..
WHY DO YOU BARE PAIN UPON MY HEART..
ANGEL

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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