Poems from the_gifted98
Everyone is who they are because of what happened before,
Mind ya biz, look from afar, through that open door
I am who I am because of how...
Can there really be
someone better than me?
No, there can't because
I'm the only one, you see
Ain't very many people with my personality...
Let's play a waiting game,
where we drag our feet around,
where we act so dilatory,
until we hear that sound,
The sound of a bell...
I've been made fun of
All my youth for being young,
But I will laugh last.
There are good times now,
We are hoping they will stay,
Optimism speaks.