Dit gedicht is voor mijn moeder,
zij is de gene van wie ik het meeste hou en qwie ik soms het meeste haat,
maar tog begrijpt ze me altijd.
en daarom hou ik van der!!!!!!!
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Secrest are to keep inside,
Thats where they live and try to hide.
But some cant find a place,
and then they move toworths your face.
Sneak into your brain,
Crawl towards your fain.
Then you say what shoudnt be said,
You upset people and make them mad.
The truth isnt easy to tell,
But sometimes people seem to smell,
Orr see the secret in your eyes.
And then you have to pay the price.
Some people seem to understaind,
They catch up the signals you have send.
The signals they crie out loud,
"Whats wrong, whats this al about?".
They talk to you and make you feel in your place.
They olso see that in your face.
Those are the people you love to hate.
Because they are so important and great.
But you also love them so bad.
Because they healed the woonds that you had.
Spots are now open for Other secters to hide,
Because secrets are to keep inside.