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I Am
I am a diamond
Forged by lies
And by the pressure of being perfect
Hand crafted to fit on a sinners finger
I am a brick
Molded by hate
And burned in the oven of Hell
Forced into the foundation of a dysfunctional house
I am a blank sheet
Written on by slackers with no hope
And thrown away when the sentences don't fit
Never to be recycled but always reused
In the end,
I am nothing
Forged by lies
And by the pressure of being perfect
Hand crafted to fit on a sinners finger
I am a brick
Molded by hate
And burned in the oven of Hell
Forced into the foundation of a dysfunctional house
I am a blank sheet
Written on by slackers with no hope
And thrown away when the sentences don't fit
Never to be recycled but always reused
In the end,
I am nothing
Published 6th May 2015
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Anonymous
6th May 2015 8:37pm
Nicely written poem, the blank sheet to me felt like a glint of hope, write on!
