Fine......If no one likes my poem, I'll post another :sorcerer:

Take this pain,
This pain of fury,
Make it stop,
I cannott take it any more,

Nothing can ever be mine,
Without it tagging along,
Personal things,
And what should be mine,

The mockingbird sits on a tree,
Staring at every move I make,
Through the window,
Seperating it and me,

I wish the bird,
Would fly away,
I would never see it again,
My trouble would be gone,

It seems as if,
The bird is stuck,
Never moving,
Staring only at me,

I used to think,
This bird was different,
That this bird,
Was only itself,

I have realized,
This mockingbird,
Will never change,
Never being itself,

.... fly away and let me be free ....

what do you think


Understanding:

Who you think I am,
Might not be who you see,
For the mind is a terrible thing,
If not used correctly,

Understaning a world within a person,
Can be extremely hard,
But the secret to understanding it,
Is found within the heart,

Judging me by how I look,
Is an awful thing to do,
So just feel free to judge me,
For I shall not judge you,

Once you get to know me,
My personality varies,
One day I am upset,
The next I'm with the faeries,

Try a little harder,
And you will soon see,
It's really not that difficult,
Understanding me!