You tried to control me,
but it never really worked.
You tried to make me say things,
but the words wouldn't come out.
You tried to force me to do things,
but you never knew how.
You were jealous of me,
but I don't know why.
You wanted to take over my body,
but I didn't let you.
You wanted more than me,
but I always had less than you anyway.
You never had faith in yourself,
but I always had faith in you and myself.
Also another poem:
What is evil?
Could it be you?
OR could it be me?
What about your friends?
OR your loved ones?
What could it be really?
OR do you already know?
Is it the hatred on this world?
Is it the people whom have no soul?
Is it the sadness around us?
Is it the unforgiving people?
Who does really know?
I don't but maybe you do!
If you do know, do tell me and others,
So we can destroy it,
or try and live around it!
2007-07-13
14:49:24
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