Someone can criticize my poem?
I'm only 14, so be nice, even if it's awful. I'm stuck under the tongue From him I can not part the pen glued to my hand A pen pierced my heart. Computer screen for an eye Carton mouth nailed behind lies to conceal my doubts ancient innocence-outdated ages sitting there yet, "I'm too young to worry about" too naive to care. But I'm not, can not you see? The man on television as a political Spits poison my body weak. Religion calls me late at night remember I'm stupid too weak to light. My alarm goes off so I get to sleep in my real life my dreams of fresh water. Mortality buzzing like a fly But in my ear when I Swat Only the truth I disappear.
Wow, it's a beautiful poem! Keep writing, you obviously talent, it is practically oozes from you! (:
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