By Emily Thrasher, 2005
Can
you stand to look at me?
Do
I disgust thee?
Are
my eyes so bleak?
That
I am one not to seek?
For
love is what I lack
No
one can see
The
thing I wish to be
Something
I wish I had
It
makes me so sad
My tears run long
My
life’s a bad song
No
one wants to sing
No
smile to bring
My
rose is dead
I’m
screaming in my head
I’m
crying out to you
Yet
you have no clue
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