Different

by Stephanie M.   Dec 21, 2005


Black nails
Pale skin
You look at her and say
what a sin
and one day she will pay
You judge people on what they wear
And how rich they are
But you don't even care
What they're like on the inside
That's why their feelings is what they hide
You don't care when one of them cries
You say "Oh well",when one of them dies
When it's people like you that make them end their lives.

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