Answer:
Personal poem one:
It's been so long since I've seen the sun.
Light.
Ages since I've swam out of the water that pulls me under.
I'm stuck here.
Drowning forever.
Drowning as I walk past ignorant people.
When I scream it sounds muffled, they can't hear me.
I give up trying to ask for help.
Even if I swam out, they wouldn't hear me.
They'd still be deaf to my words.
(It doesn't matter how many times I try to explain how I feel, no one will ever understand)
Personal poem two:
Flowers and sunshine mix so perfectly together
As the sun hits the flower, wish it could last forever
But what about the other flowers that cannot reach the sun?
What about the other flowers, don't they deserve some?
Left behind, like all the other weeds
While the violets and daisies steal the sun, so they lead
The sunshine away from the rest left behind
Making the sun blind to the pretty flowers that shine
Poor other flowers that can't reach the sun
Poor other flowers that will always deserve some
(Everyone else always ends up stealing the spotlight, I wish it would shine on me, even for a second)
Good luck! Hope this helped :)
