Chapter 1 - Good Thing AfterAll
Submitted September 4, 2004 Updated September 4, 2004 Status Incomplete | Just a poem I wrote late one night. Its a very interesting poem.
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Chapter 1 - Good Thing AfterAll
Chapter 1 - Good Thing AfterAll
There are many stars,
In this sky of this Earth,
I wonder what it looks like,
In someone elses veiw,
This constant thought comes to mind,
However it is rephrased,
What do people see,
When they look at me,
When they see me sit and listen,
When I look sad but act fine,
Do they see the real me,
The me that is very emotional,
You may not think it,
But the emotions in me,
Are very great like the ocean,
Like me caring for people,
When I care for people,
I care for them with my heart,
My heart is very big,
You may not see it often,
But it is there,
Just be patient and you shall see,
This side of me that is rare,
This side is completely different,
Different from the side I show to people,
The side cries when it needs,
It laughs when it needs to,
Sometimes it shrines right threw,
Right threw the shell of mine,
The shell that is like a shield,
It prevents hurtfull things,
Bring out my deep emotions,
Sometimes it does not work,
Sometimes the shell fails completely,
And I break down,
My shell seems to grow stronger,
Threw each emotional spaz,
Maybe my emotions are a good thing after all.
In this sky of this Earth,
I wonder what it looks like,
In someone elses veiw,
This constant thought comes to mind,
However it is rephrased,
What do people see,
When they look at me,
When they see me sit and listen,
When I look sad but act fine,
Do they see the real me,
The me that is very emotional,
You may not think it,
But the emotions in me,
Are very great like the ocean,
Like me caring for people,
When I care for people,
I care for them with my heart,
My heart is very big,
You may not see it often,
But it is there,
Just be patient and you shall see,
This side of me that is rare,
This side is completely different,
Different from the side I show to people,
The side cries when it needs,
It laughs when it needs to,
Sometimes it shrines right threw,
Right threw the shell of mine,
The shell that is like a shield,
It prevents hurtfull things,
Bring out my deep emotions,
Sometimes it does not work,
Sometimes the shell fails completely,
And I break down,
My shell seems to grow stronger,
Threw each emotional spaz,
Maybe my emotions are a good thing after all.
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