Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Santana Taylor, Persona Poem

Throughout the day, I am to myself.
I stay quiet, for I not know what they might say.
I am scared for what they think of me and I tend to be rude
I am a lost boy throughout this world,
not having any direction.
Where will I go?
What will I become?
I am more than lost in the statistics of society
What they say may be true,
I am trouble.
What can I say?
For this is true.

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