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Best Poems Written by Danielle Parkinson

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A Room Full of Evil

Its all so destroying,
Clear as broad daylight,
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.

Self-sabotage, addiction, hatred,
Neglection, stubbornness, negativity
Its all so destroying.   

We see it, we notice it,
We even catch it by its speed
We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.

Evil has many names,
Many sneaky categories and habits
Its all so destroying.

We pretend not to witness a horrendous sight.

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Comfort in Conformity

Its common,
To not want to seem foreign,
The safety net of what's told,
Even though we're controlled,
Somehow we don't see the problem,
Because we're used to being patrolled
Into whatever we're being sold,
Thinking we've found gold.
No.
We're just thinking without a mind of
our own.

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You


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You cannot escape yourself,
I know we wish to be someone else.
Comparison is an easy deceiver,
no one is much cleaner,
Everyone has their faults,
Your not the only grain of salt.
No one can share a duplicate identity 
that would make you a nonentity.

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Cost of Living

Money is running short,
My goodness have you forgot,
Its not you,
Inflation grew,
At least that's what they told you,
Its a matter of greed,
As they proceed to tell you,
That its your own fault,
Your in need of support.

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Why Do I Paint Myself The Villian?

Why do I paint myself the villain?
Why do I see everyone else as a saint?
What makes them so great?

I know I make mistakes,
But don't they?
Why do I paint myself the villain?

Why do we think others do no wrong,
But we ourselves do?
What makes them so great?

The mind knows how to play,
and make us 'feel grey'.
We try to feel better and seek perfection,
but we are running from correction.                                                                                                                                                                                            

Why do I paint myself the villain?

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The Love of a Saviour

I doubt you have ever felt as much love,
So pure.
That you questioned to make sure,
That this time you would actually feel secure,
Trust me on this one,
Imagine a figure,
Much bigger
Who wholeheartedly
Loves you more than you can,
Begin to differ,
Despite you being a sinner,
He endured more pain,
So life wouldn't feel like,
you'll be stuck again.