Illusion

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  • Confusion

    Illusion
    Through all the evening nights through setting suns
    Everyone changes on the drop of a dime
    Each time it seems all that matters to them is twirling me about
    Hoping to get someone better but they've never given me a chance
    To show them how nice and humble I can be
    Instead they see me as a toy passing me back and forth
    If I break or crack they don't seem to care what happens to this toy
    I can't run or hide no matter how much I try
    What I say or do to them I am nothing more
    Than just a toy

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    painz commented on Illusion

    03-16-2009

    At times we are all toys but it makes us stronger:-) nice poem its great
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    kweenofcnfusion commented on Illusion

    02-23-2009

    I like the fourth line. Your poems are so good they make me depressed.
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    toxicindiangirl commented on Illusion

    02-23-2009

    babe, i like this poem, but i do hope its not about you, you are not a toy, and you don't deserve that abuse. but great job hun..
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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