www.whyville.net Aug 8, 2010 Weekly Issue



Nateenka
Guest Poet

To Myself

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Dear me,
I'd love to write a letter,
Explaining my hardships,
And my toughness.

Through great eyes,
Sees the most valuable prize.
One that cannot fail,
Nor one that I will ever mail.

I'd love to make it all go away,
But seeing as my life is no game,
I cannot make that happen,
Nor will I long to.

I know it's been rough,
The stories are not to be meddled,
But you see,
It's not like that.

I can't always live for what I want.
I must live for what I can.
No one will ever know,
All the pain I've endured.

Not one soul,
Not one mind,
Will ever come to realize,
That I'm sad.

So please don't tell,
Or else my secret will be out.
I'd rather be happy here today,
Than ridiculed another day.

 

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