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Jake MacMillan Poems
I’m sick of this day, I’m sick of this week I’m sick of the words, you chose to speak
I Am Gonna Change.
I look into the mirror, I don't like what I see, because the person on the other side is not really me. I don't see the person who I have always seen before, The person I see now, is fighting an internal war.
As the saying goes, sticks and stones can break my bones... But names will never hurt me. Thats why I never thought that you would ever go desert me.
(I see) Into My Past
I see my whole life, flashing before my eyes, I see all of my hateful words, and all of my lies. I see those that I hurt, and those who hurt me, I see everything all of my mistakes, thats what I see.
Comments about Jake MacMillan
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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I’m sick of this day,
I’m sick of this week
I’m sick of the words, you chose to speak
I’m sick of this school,
I’m sick of this town
I’m sick of everyone pushing me around
I’m sick of the girls, turning me down,
I’m sick of still looking like a clown
I’m sick of this life,
I’m sick of the time
I’m sick of being forced to stay in line
I’m sick of the lies
I’m sick of the hurt
I’m sick of the pain of being treated like dirt
And do you want to know what makes it worse.
I do almost everything to try and impress
the way that I ...