(in this poem this person is talking to a person...
I sit here and cry because of what I did...

For all you people who think you know,
The real me inside...

Lost in a world,
Made of nothing but lies...

A cry of pain,
One tear alive...

The sound of a river flowing heard close by,
The moonlight shining bright...

You have that look in your eyes,
They exact same one when you want someone to die...

(this really isn't really a slang poem, I had to...
As I close my eyes...

Alone in a corner,
the silence being revealed...

I have a story to tell,
Something that put me through hell...

For 13 years i have put up with this shit...