You stick your nose up at me,
As if I really cared what you thought.
You thought your words would sting like a bee,
But how wrong your momma had taught.
As I sit by this bloodied tree,
I look at things that I have forgotten to see.
Like of what we used to be.
Those feeling of happiness that used to make me feel gay,
Are no emotions that I keep at bay.
I threw those old memories away.
So I watch as you go,
I do stand here all alone.
But I will not allow myself to take a bow,
I do not want to be another clone.
Brooke Audino
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-not-be-another-clone/
