I see the world in a different light.
You see day, I see night.
Who's to say which is right?
I pour my soul into my life,
I get in return disbelief and strife.
Even when I explain my side,
and try to take your barbs in stride,
you still hurt what's left of my pride.
Others judge on incomplete facts,
and give you their own tacts.
Yet they can't know what's left inside,
Do you?
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Thats a great poem. I really appreciate it, both for whats said and how it is said.
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