One of the very first poems I wrote, back in school :)

i cry
cos the world let me too
there seems to be noone to
jus' sits by ma side and tell me who
is causing all the things i do

i laugh
cos the world laughs back
it makes me hide all i lack
it tells me i aint no sack
of things i hope, i dont go crack

i talk
cos the world does share
of things some people jus' dont dare
people warn me as if i care
please walk past if you cant bear

i sing
cos the world's a stage
cos music doesnt need an age
it doesnt need a book, a page
my voice, its free, it is the cage

i think
the wrold is what you r
sometimes its a broken jar
or is just a chocolate bar
to the kid whose playin' with his car..
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