Poem

[piercedthrough]

It's a poem, wrote it in grade 10 english class out of some magazines.
I found it lying in my desk drawer.
It's pretty dark, didn't know till it was done :P

Put up everything
The agony of choosing
A new sense of identity
back from the eleventh hour
imagine going on a last trip across the world
setting a goal,
just in case
I woke up
that I may not cause pain
to those other who've been following me
will the horror end?
Keep me from evil
in a dangerous society
where saftey no longer exist