Poems from Marriam826
You say one thing, you do another
Why
You say you don’t hate but you hate
Why
You say you aren't like others but you are
Why
Hypocritical...
I was always the last person in line, the last seat at the back of the classroom, and the last person to speak.
Staying in the dark...
World packed with cruel hate.
It’s written in their fate.
What can the people do?
The worst part—the revulsion isn’t new...