The Past, is hunter of Present. Within every failure, there's gain.

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I wrote this my senior year in high school. There were rumors about me going around the school that tortured my thoughts. I once had "friends" and the next moment I was always alone. While sitting by myself at the lunch table, with pointed fingers and whispers all around, I started to write. This was the product of my destruction.

There is so much pain in this it is quite moving, although I can honestly say I think they were the stupid ones. Again the form of this is awesome, you really hit hard with your poetry.

My only suggestion is in stanza 2 line 2 the final 'as I' tend to clash a bit with the start of the next two lines, if you were to drop these two words the poem would read just as well.

As I always say to people this is merely my suggestion and this is your poem.

another cracker.

You are going to do well on this site, I am adding you to my favs.

Really sad poem...It is full with pain:(