Classic Poem

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I would go around biting my nails
I would sit before a mirror late into the night
I would put my hand to my chest
I would beg forgiveness
I would let them know how I felt
I told them many times please
I tried to see things clearly
I listened to them over and over
I would try to speak
I held back my tears
I gave it every effort I had
I felt more and more detested
I willed on myself the patience of a spider
only to lose it by leaps and bounds
I one day couldn't take any more and sent them all to hell
I began to stutter
I oh when will the day come
I whatelse
I how much longer
I by now couldn't utter words
I spent five years of my life as a teacher