I am the moon. With darkness all around. My silvers like a spoon. All I hear is that ghostly sound. I am the sapphire. One of the may blues. Think of how things would be worse if you were a liar. You always want to win, but always loose. I am the sadness. Night brings upon me. It's as though I've excepted the devils kiss. My mind is like the crashing waves of the sea. All the forces put together make me see. Everyone is not perfect, just like me.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem, because I felt like everyone was better than me.
It wasn't true no one is better than anyone else, everyone is equal.
Everyone has problems. Maybe some peoples problems are worse than
others, but we all have problems. I just wanted people to remember
that we all can't be perfect, and that no one is perfect. I am my
own inspiration. I am an overweight teenager, and everyone seems
more perfect than I am. That is how I got the idea for this poem.
So, I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for giving me a chance for my
poetry to be read by people.
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