Mikayla Haberbosch Poems

Little lady,
dressed in white.
Little lady,
so contrite.
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Why me?
Why was I chosen,
To be special?
Why me of all people?
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I try not to think about it,
To dwell on the past,
But the memories creep in,
And make the tears flow fast.
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I’m scared,
So scared.
Scared of living,
Scared of believing.
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Living with hate,
Guilt,
Fear.
Hating the human race,
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The sweetest kiss I’ll ever get,
Is the sweetest kiss of death.

Its dark embrace,
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Surrounded by people,
She is so alone.
She lays in her bed,
Numb to it all.
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Darkness shrouds her face,
and veils her eyes with pain.
No longer caring who sees,
she sits alone and slowly dies,
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Alone in her room,
she begins to cry.
Her hair in her face,
her hands are tied.
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Sitting.
Lonely.
They think, she’s cool.
Brave.
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