Poetry by dreamtheater
In the solitude of my soul,

Gazette I reopen my past,

Dull and full of dust ..

However, not mean to complain or regret tuk,

But my filter flashback of my life ..

I wish you knew what you wanted.

You will not hear me out.

According to history: chpt. two.

" People could never be satisfied"

Description = title.

Poem about the lack of decent commentary on work posted.

It does no good to try to resolve your disagreement with the department not at fault.

Hanes used to make the best clothes. Now, I’m not so sure.

This is an essay that is meant to be a complaint. It is not supposed to sound whiny though. It is a complaint/ description of an annoyance with the obsession of famous people.