Oh, happy birthday Mom!
*woot woot* My 100th post. Pretty cool I guess. Idk, depends on how you look at it. Everything depends on how you look at it. Like this part of a poem. Well I guess it's a poem but it's freeverse and barely makes any sense. It's not finished yet & I'm probably not going to finish it either just because it's kind of confusing and requires me to be in the same mood I was at the time of writing it, in which I'm not in sooooo...
WARNING: don't read if your in a good mood & don't think this is somehow about me. It's not.
hatred, fear, pain, hurt,
sorrow, depression, sadness, guilt,
we hide the feelings that turn us insane,
we cover this with a smile not felt.
we show no fear to anyone,
for their thoughts didn't matter anyway,
we cover it all with shows and things
pretend it didn't happen,
lose the memories.
hopes, dreams, courage, happiness,
all go together like leaves on a plant,
they stick around forever and always,
until some one comes and plucks it off
alone it dies.
sad, apart, and alone.
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