E - Everyone

"Just a free style"

Some days u feel so sad and so hollow...

Some days u feel u re just a shadow....

Some days u feel u re lost & don't know where to follow....

Some days people's reactions do make u feel so low...

Some days u just feel its someone's personality u need to borrow...

Some days u find it so hard to say no...

But most of the times...,just try and feel u re just another special human..,with unique ideas

and this is what u ought to know! 

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RedEyedRunt Review

I find this piece of work very interesting, i would have to agree with the person below, there is definitely a cartful of U's. But also i must say, I've noticed at the end of some of the "..."'s there is sometimes a comma! i don't know if that is intentional, but overall, your piece was very well written! Keep writing!!

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leleparadise
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Hey, Lele here again to give you a review. First off, I feel as though you used the letter "u" to symbolize something. Still trying to sort out what. I can assume based on the tone of the poem, you used the letter "u" to resemble the word "unknown" as a reference to yourself.

I only say this based on the line:

"Some days u just feel its someone's personality u need to borrow"

And the way you describe feeling like a shadow and being hollow. Hollowness and shadows take the shape of the figure it is in which can vary. Unless I thought too deep into this, correct me if I'm wrong.

Very nice free style. Though, the ending did catch me off guard. With the sentences ending in periods to the last line ending in an exclamation, it was a bit off for me personally. Other than that, very well written. Keep writing



Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
— Sylvia Plath