Stuck With A Poem


People all around, and i remain silent.

They leave, and i sing.

What a joy does it bring.

Until, they come back,

and ruin my happiness.

if a sigh helps me vent,

then i'd sigh until when

they've left,

and i'm all alone.

i wish i could feel,

but, if wishing was real

i'd have somewhere to yell!

But, i'm Stuck with a Poem.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i hate it

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