Many are the
Years we've acted as
Blood without having blood
Exchanged, to be
Sisters. Always at
The others' side in a moment's notice.
Feelings kept
Repressed from outsiders.
Inside torn into so many pieces.
Erradic changes occur inside.
None notice ,but them. So
Do I let my
Sisters share my pain? Even when
People can't see the
Anger and sorrow I've hidden
Under this smile. I
Let the world only see the mask
I have drawn out for them.
Never
Allowing others to see underneith.
Jealousy is not on my mask, nor is
Anger or doubt, or sorrow.
Never seen, but still there, deep
Inside.
Constantly reminding me of this
Existance and reality.
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Megatron: Must I do everything myself?.......STARSCREAM!!!
cuz you know you and paulina are in the poem
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My enemies dont know I hate them.
My friends find out (eventually) that, they are my friends.
My loved ones are reminded (constantly) that they are loved.
Thus is the mantra of my life.
I read down the row
Ur my best friend too and don't you ever forget it
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Megatron: Must I do everything myself?.......STARSCREAM!!!
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My enemies dont know I hate them.
My friends find out (eventually) that, they are my friends.
My loved ones are reminded (constantly) that they are loved.
Thus is the mantra of my life.
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Megatron: Must I do everything myself?.......STARSCREAM!!!
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