No Idea What To Call This One Poem by mark bowdidge
No Idea What To Call This One
im sick of the anger
im sick of the hunger
the hate is worthless
building up inside
destroying everything i stand for
fighting back
last resort
my actions
will take me to court
last words to say
cowards talk the loudest
shouldnt you shut up
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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