Turning Point
What is the HIDDEN MESSAGE I hid in this poem, look closely…
Broken songs upon my wrists and hands
Inside I'm falling and no one understands
Going on is the best thing for me to do
Getting down the road not looking back for you
It's time to stop this unfairness
Reeking of hate I have lost all awareness
Lesson your grip on me
Staying in this cage, I want to flee
Danger swade infront of your face
Oblivious heart of mine I've come to disgrace
Nothing I need is within your reach
Thoughtless hate I will no longer teach
Could I bring forth a tear?
Rowing as I back away from fear
You weakened me like evil does,
But I will not shed a tear because...
Inside I'm falling and no one understands
Going on is the best thing for me to do
Getting down the road not looking back for you
It's time to stop this unfairness
Reeking of hate I have lost all awareness
Lesson your grip on me
Staying in this cage, I want to flee
Danger swade infront of your face
Oblivious heart of mine I've come to disgrace
Nothing I need is within your reach
Thoughtless hate I will no longer teach
Could I bring forth a tear?
Rowing as I back away from fear
You weakened me like evil does,
But I will not shed a tear because...
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