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    3. H.Brown NaPoWriMo.

    Is it me? Am I too nice?

    I know too much of the law,
    hesitating to show my mind,
    a threat they see I'm sure,
    scared of what they'll find.
    one day I'll call her bluff,
    she doesn't know enough.

    Keeping my friendly face,
    daily I restrain my fears,
    keeping my normal pace,
    working against my tears.
    Let them try break me down,
    they will never see me frown.

    My mind tells me I'm too nice,
    without a fight I'll never win,
    I've battled more than once/twice,
    words falling upon deaf ears, I'm fin-
    ished. Liar, is in their eyes as they call,
    my name, I can't be arsed with it all!

    People play their twisted games,
    never improving but destroying,
    why are they always the same?
    Life would be easier for crying
    out-loud, if on merits of skill
    we judged instead of her will...
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    The hurt and disappointment bleed through the words of this poem. I think we can all identify with these feelings of anger and frustration at the way we are sometimes treated by others. You capture that vibe well, HB.

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    Sometimes I think people see being "nice" as being weak or cowardly...But I think nice people pick their battles carefully... and sometimes, it takes a courageous person to just walk away....I love the mood of this poem and the thoughts you expressed... well done.
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    Thanks for all the comments guys, I like that the emotions came through, I have found that to write poetry with my own voice I have use my own emotions and feelings that I'm feeling at the time of writing.
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