fredag 20. april 2012

Im not a poet, I consider my self a dancer

I am a clown, a farce
Like looking for water on mars.

You give me feedback,
and it stings.
I have to go back
and look over my notes agian

Who am I an What dos it take
To be the one that you apriciate.

I stand up tal,
you mock and stair.
To underline my point
I REALY DONT CARE.

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