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Three Children
There are three children.
One is a bright sunshine,
They confuse her with the word laughter,
Because what she brings with her are smiles.
A joy to both her parents.
The second child,
They often call him patient
Or perhaps wise,
He is my mothers favorite.
My fathers pride.
However, There is a third child,
People often have to ask her name,
She struggles to smile,
And she struggles with anger,
Her days are spent inside
Trying to stop living in her head.
She is no ones favorite.
no ones pride.
She brings no joy or calm to others.
They confuse her with the word Bother
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To Make Another Human Sad
Does it make sense
That the sole purpose of my person
Is to make sad
Another human?
I walk in,
The room does not shift,
Nor does your mouth move,
I am what makes you hate living.
You do not speak to me,
When you do...You tell me everything is fine,
But I can tell you dont want me today,
In time i dont want to smile.
I run away in my head,
I run away to my friends,
I have a lot to be thankful for,
But my head needs a mend.
I am not crazy,
But I am so sad,
For my own blood does not speak to me
Am I that bad?
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