Look I see your face!
You called me a troubled man.
As if I didn't already know what I am.
You say examine yourself all day.
But you know what? Your words didn't help a thing?
I wonder who's side your on.
Perhaps your just Satan's pawn, thinking your serving God.
Authors Notes:
This poem is written about the guy that told me I'm a troubled young man, and then to examine myself. He also deleted me. But these days, I have to see his profile come up, time and time again in my friend suggestions.
- G2G, Monday February 1st, 2010
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