Your pen is filled with poison
Your heart is filled with doubt.
Your mind is like a playground
Spinning fast as a merry-go-round.
Your words are filled with fear
Your thoughts are filled with hate
Your hopes are like a child
Always meke, but never mild.
Your pen is filled with poison
Your heart is filled with doubt
Your mind is like a horse in pasture
Waiting to get out.
Your eyes are filled with tears
Your lungs are filled deep breaths
Your legs are like a cheetahs
Running full speed ahead.
Your pen is filled with poison.
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