Well..
Outcast of the society,no place in the world for this mind,
full of love,
but no one love back,
like a tree standing on the open hill alone,
everybody has their backs turned against me,
laughing and talking,
slowly taking me apart piece by piece,
judged and left broken,
Driven insane by this,
What a waste,
what a waste of space my mind is,
is there any sort of meaning?
No meaning..
No life..
Well well....
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-05-27 at 20:26
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