The Test

by Miranda   Aug 5, 2005


I'm sick of this world and sick of all My dreams

I'm tired of the screwed up Things and the messed up Schemes

People don't mean anything to me
They don't care about me can't you See

I live a life filled with pointless Stress i beginning to think Surviving is a test

I'll be at home and I'll feel my Best when i know i have passed The test

*just a small freewrite off the wall type

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  • 18 years ago

    by Mŀ©ЙЄŁŁЄ

    this is really gd, it could do with being a bit longer though, but still a gr8 poem! 5/5

    *Michelle*

    • 7 years ago

      by Miranda

      I agree could be longer thank you for the feedback glad you enjoyed my thoughts that popped into my head out of the blue back then :)

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