This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

Motivational Poem For A Specific Type Of People.

You cut me up.

It really cuts like a knife.

Pain is dreadful.

A simple request for a responsible spending government as it relates to my hard earned dollars.

A lost love and hope to return.

You long term curse hurts.

Suicde.

Sometime children are the innocent victims of anger by someone esle. Think before you strike.