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Poem 28:
The Cold Shoulder:
All they know is how to be very aggressive and always having a knife.
Ready to attack anyone who makes the slightest remark,
Sitting their like a dog about to bark.
In reality all they do is become blind,
Not seeing the people that try to help them look for that answer that they want to find,
I think to myself why people like these exist,
Only thinking with a fist.
Even though down the road of the Iron fist,
There are many people that aren’t missed.
The people who try to be friends with such a unique individual,
Who try time and time again to make this soul see the visual.
The visual that they should respect the people who care,
The people who try to deal with all the things that isn’t fair.
The mistreatment of the person who stood there from day one,
Trying to be the best friend they could be but was abused and waited outside in the sun.
Copyright@2005
The Cold Shoulder:
All they know is how to be very aggressive and always having a knife.
Ready to attack anyone who makes the slightest remark,
Sitting their like a dog about to bark.
In reality all they do is become blind,
Not seeing the people that try to help them look for that answer that they want to find,
I think to myself why people like these exist,
Only thinking with a fist.
Even though down the road of the Iron fist,
There are many people that aren’t missed.
The people who try to be friends with such a unique individual,
Who try time and time again to make this soul see the visual.
The visual that they should respect the people who care,
The people who try to deal with all the things that isn’t fair.
The mistreatment of the person who stood there from day one,
Trying to be the best friend they could be but was abused and waited outside in the sun.
Copyright@2005