I Lost
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I hide from them
Because they don’t know who I am
They say my life is grim
But that isn’t all I am
I keep my silent life
In order not to hate
This rusty knife
And the things that will always wait
Things come and go
Just like the sun
There are many things to show
That no one really has fun
I hide from everyone
Because they don’t understand
When all I want is someone
To give me a hand
By: Mika Buell
December 19, 2000
7:00 pm
Inspired by:
Not wanting to talk to a lot of people because that would influence me on MY decision.
