The Target

by LoÑ£ly♥P!rÄτΣ   Jun 22, 2005


It seems like I'm the target,
to everyone's hatred and anger,
I try to forget,
but memories still linger.
how can I let go?
I need so much help.
so I turn to my foe,
and my problems begin to melt.
I slide down my skin,
carve away with the razor,
It feels so good to finally give in.
But it releases the anger,
that I have for you all.
I'm sick of the hate,
so I'm finally going,
to meet my fate.

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  • 18 years ago

    by mkhoviyeun

    great poem! 25/5!

  • 18 years ago

    by Carlee Ann

    omg, katie, are you ok?? I've been gone too long!

  • 18 years ago

    by Lecrissa

    This is writen well hon...
    As for the anger I have a real nice punching bag and a pear of boxing gloves. If it will help do like I do and tape a picture of the person you hate the most to it. hehehe If my bag was my boss he would have been covered in brouses for a full year.....

  • 18 years ago

    by none

    Awsome poem Katie 5/5. But thats so sad...please dont do anything katie we all love you soooo much...what is this wrodl gunna be with out the vice president/card maker of the morons! keep up the good writing and keep stayin strong.
    Much Love...toodles
    ~Chelsea

  • 18 years ago

    by Samantha Jayneee

    short but brill. easy to relate to.
    love ur work - please check out mine if ya get the chance...
    any way, i spec love the bit about giving in, something that i am used to doing :o(
    keep writing sam xx

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