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Red


All the blood rushes to your face causing it to turn red

when does this happen to me? when I don't want to get out of bed

when i can not forget pesky littlle things people have said

angry is not a word I would use to describe me

but we all have things that drive us over the edge you see

so take a look inside and then maybe

you will know

it is not always characteristcs we show

but those things we keep deep inside 

and the ones we try to hide

that drive us crazy the most,

perhaps it is when people boast

or when they do not hold the door

sureley there is more

that I could name

like when people are nothing but vain

but that would take too much time

and now I am done my rhyme.

 

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