Two Sides to Every Story

They say there are two sides to every story.

Not every story has a point.

 

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

I will save you; from yourself, I will save you.

The hills are alive with the sound of music!

 

A point you say?

They want a point!

Do I look like I need a point to you?

Point? To hell!

My life has gone upside down!

College is coming,

Responsibility is already here.

Business is failing, away for a month.

What am I supposed to do?

 

Do to supposed I am what?

Month a for away, failing is business.

Here already is responsibility.

Coming is college.

Down, upside, gone has life my.

Hell to point!

You to?

Point a need I?

Like look I do!

Point a want they! Say you point a?

 

Music of sound the with alive are hills the.

You save will I, yourself from. You save will I.

Sweet as smell would name other any by rose a.

 

Story every to sides, two are there, say they.

Point a has story every not.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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