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