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Darker Side
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Personal Poems A nice happy family
Fun, warm, all fuzzy.
Dark secrets covered by bright walls,
Pictures smile back at you.
Who would know?
But the past is in the past,
Long forgotten.
A Book covered in dust on the top shelf.
Yet now it’s dark once more.
Something to talk about,
One thing sets it off.
They all talk about me,
But never to me.
Why must they care so much when nothing is wrong?
When you say to their face, it’s all right.
And they still whisper in the dark.
Climb the ladder, brush off the dust, and read the book.
What was nothing, but once something
Is now everything.
Their voices whisper in the darkness,
All about me.
And still, they don’t listen to what I have to say.
