Twisted Misery

by Daisha   Mar 25, 2007


This blank page calls to me.
Calls to me to spill my misery.
Luring me in,
to let it out,
and try to forget.
You know something isn't right,
when you look in the mirror,
and hate the person looking back.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Rina

    'luv the ending

  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    This is a good poem, you have a good talent here so keep writing. take kare xxxxx

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