For who it may concern
I am still here, but nobody is looking.
I am screaming
I am shouting
I am knocking on doors
I am ringing the bell
I am speeking out loud
But it have no use
They still are not looking
They still do not hear me
They still don't see me
But someday my voice will be heared
My prescence will be noticed
The doors will be opened
But until then:
I will not walk with the great mass of poeple
I will be myself
I will be a individual
I WILL BE ME
I am screaming
I am shouting
I am knocking on doors
I am ringing the bell
I am speeking out loud
But it have no use
They still are not looking
They still do not hear me
They still don't see me
But someday my voice will be heared
My prescence will be noticed
The doors will be opened
But until then:
I will not walk with the great mass of poeple
I will be myself
I will be a individual
I WILL BE ME
Reacties op dit gedicht
| nonalissa: | Woensdag, juni 11, 2008 20:39 |
| ik geniet echt van je gedichten , ze zijn heel apart en dat maakt ze speciaal Liefs Larissa |
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| Auteur: Eli B | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2008 | ||
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