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Allison Carver Poem
They say beauty is on the inside
But even the Nobelist of people
have wicked secrets.
So who really is beautiful?
No one.
Beauty is a man made idea
So society can value one person
above the other.
Since there is no real beauty
There's no ugliness either.
Just pretentious people,
Spending their entire lives trying
to prove their better then everybody else.
We all do it.
We are human after all.
We try so hard to be different
But we all end the same way
Dead.
Copyright © Allison Carver | Year Posted 2015
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Allison Carver Poem
This big beautiful world
it pains me not to see it.
Instead I sit here in a room
with the walls closing in
on the only things
I've ever really known.
The unknown both
scares and excites me.
I long to go on an adventure
with no real destination
but a mission.
But still I sit here
waiting.
Waiting for the freedom and courage to do so
The waiting is what kills me.
Copyright © Allison Carver | Year Posted 2015
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Allison Carver Poem
I wish you could see
What you have done to me
You did not brake me
You did not tear me down
I did not shed a single tear
No...
You did none of these
In fact you made me
Stronger
Then I ever was
Stronger
Then you will ever be.
Copyright © Allison Carver | Year Posted 2015
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