Two People

This is a poem i wrote in grade seven so a loong time ago :p

Standing tall like a great red wood free,

trying not to whimper or fall to your knees.

You are runnign through your mind trying to find what you've done wrong this time,

all you know is,

your screaming right now, yelling at someone for no reason.

You try to hide your tears and figure it out,

at home. at school. two people. two different people, stay strong.

crying with the ice running down your cheeks, cubes, big drops cold and sea blue.

The cool white  wind whips yout face on a red summer evening,

dressed in all black, leaning agaisnt your wall.

thinking. destroying. finding peace.

The End

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