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Am I the one who sulked
In the pit of a dark empty room;
In a pace where I am always stuck;
As though prepared to meet my doom
Am I the one who barked
At the wrong place, the wrong time;
Every story of mine would go to spark
And now - do I owe them a dime?
Am I the girl who hid
In corners and shadows so grim;
For after all the words I've bid
O, the lonesome coward I've ever been
Am I the girl who tried
To leave the same mossy spot;
To put my chin up and not abide
By sadness and whoever wants me to stop
Am I the one who'll speak
For the most selfish I've been;
For the ways I rebuked on innocents' seek
And make ammends on how I was seen
Am I the girl who'll show
To the world that's full of wonders;
For the chances I took to throw
And fulfill, cherish, go on to yonder
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
