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Sad Old Man


Hiding behind the blinds,
Never showing my face.
I wish I was somewhere else,
Anywhere but this place.

The curses shouted out,
All pointed towards me.
I know I'm not the person they say,
Why can't they possibly see?

That their shallow mindless views,
Are no where close to right.
So I fight back again,
Fight with all my might.

I can only hope and pray for them,
Hope one day they will see.
That this person they drown in lies,
Is definitely not me.

--Heather Mergenmeimer
Kansas, USA
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