My poem

[DragonFire411]

I wrote this poem to secretly indicate a message of something I am experiencing. Kinda. Anyways, here's the poem:

What are Slaves Really, Here?

Some are slaves of people,

To fit in right,

But why now

Must people, delight;

Not in the slaves of people

Of, to fit in,

But why now te slaves of friends, yes, friends?

What I speak of now,

I keep the secret now; on paper with pencil

What happened,

Of our problems; children, us;

You speack of the slaves of people:

Of clothes and play?

But what happened to the others,

Such as bullying,

With words

You dare not tell about?

Tell now, I know, you know,

And now you have the chance.

Speak up! I say,

Or be bottled in forever;

You do not like the what happens,

Yet you keep it bottled in

From human authority

I tell of it now,

For you do not tell; it is the

One we keep sealed:

Who is the slave of a friend, if to even call

Who lets them not decide

Brings them up, then drags them

Down, doing everything of their desire?

See now, I tell you,

We are the slaves of that to;

Compare to dogs

In the way that they are

See what they do

See how they pick their leader,

To tell them what to do?

Now we are slaves of that,

What should we do;

Are we not equal,

To be kind to one another?

So do so!

This is not supposed to rhyme.

 

[barky]

It's great!