I have my thoughts,
you have your own,
so why do we have to be
so alone?
They shun us,
hate us,
bicker at us,
and they make such a fuss.
What if we’re different?
Or so strange anyway?
As long as we’re us,
we’re fine either way.
We are the same.
Very, very the same.
Even if we’re so “unnatural”,
the world is still glad we came.
But I don’t know who you are,
or wherever you are,
though I sense you…
only being you.
Do you remember?
The day I killed you
with my knife in September?
That day had been so blue.
Now the world is painted red.
War has stained this land.
I cannot be who I am anymore.
I throw my life down now.
I killed you on the first day.
The start of the war,
that would go on until May.
It didn't even last an year.
Yet I still regret
plunging the sharp object
into your fragile body -
It's only formal for me to say,
R.I.P.
Little May Gale
And that is why, I am a murderer.
Hellooo Tiny here!
First off, I'm really creeped out now, but in a good way. This poem made a shiver go down my back. Who would have guessed that you scared the fearless. I really enjoyed your poem, also nice rhyming... wish I could rhyme.
Keep writing 
When I first read the title, I was like, "Oh, this is a poem about a mother!" Then I saw that it was in "Horror" and I was like, "Oh, it's a monster!" Then I clicked on it, and I was like, "WAIT A SECOND."
...okay, so I'm a bit slow! 
As for the poem? I shall show you my thoughts, stanza by stanza!
I have my thoughts,
you have your own,
so why do we have to be
so alone?
They shun us,
hate us,
bicker at us,
and they make such a fuss.
What if we’re different?
Or so strange anyway?
As long as we’re us,
we’re fine either way.
We are the same.
Very, very the same.
Even if we’re so “unnatural”,
the world is still glad we came.
But I don’t know who you are,
or wherever you are,
though I sense you…
only being you.
Do you remember?
The day I killed you
with my knife in September?
That day had been so blue.
Now the world is painted red.
War has stained this land.
I cannot be who I am anymore.
I throw my life down now.
I killed you on the first day.
The start of the war,
that would go on until May.
It didn't even last an year.
Yet I still regret
plunging the sharp object
into your fragile body -
It's only formal for me to say,
R.I.P.
Little May Gale
And that is why, I am a murderer.
I thought this was going to be funny. I thought this was going to be someone asking their parents why they gave them such a name as the one they have. But it was not a funny or happy poem. It was sad. It hurt my poor heart. Why must you do this to me? I came for happiness and got heart break.
Okay. First of all. If I was walking thru a book store, and saw a book with the tittle "Why Does My Name Start With an M and end with an R?" On it's cover, I would think to myself, Humm... What does this mean? What name starts with M and ends with a R? I must find out what it means! Why would this be? Because it makes you think, it makes the reader extremely curious as to what this story has instore for the person. Just wanted to point that out. Vary good tittle name.
The story itself is vary well done, it always makes you think of what going on even though the story is vary short, and I like how it turns so dark so fast that it takes you by surprise. The beginning made me think that this was turning out to become a love story of some guy who's depressed or something. But I was wrong.
And the ending is the best, THE BEST part. The knowing of what M and R means. Vary cool! Well done! Excellent! Two thumbs up!
Wow!
This is really good, I really enjoyed it.
It is dark, macarbe, twisted and sad. Your use of rhyme really helps to juxtapose the darkness of the lyrics with the actual rhyme and flow of the poem.
The way that the poem turns really quickly, from the two people being together, them against the world to the persona turning on the other is really good and it helps to give the reader more of an understanding.
I honestly don't have any thing else to say because it is so good. I particularly love the last lines and how you finally understand the meaning of the title.
Good job and keep writing
Nargles xxx
i personally love this, its dark but it has great emotion , my favorite part is this
Now the world is painted red.
War has stained this land.
its simple but has a great meaning, and the last few lines are very powerful. I love your description and the suspense throughout the whole stories, you did a great job! We have very similar writing styles so check out my poems when you get the chance and keep writing(:
Very different and thoughtful. Could feel the indifference initially which changed more into guilt at the later stages. Had a good rhyme scheme to it. Liked the way how you kept the lines short and simple.
My favourite line was the way you ended it.
It's only formal for me to say , R.I.P.
Emotionally very sound. Overall a great work. Cheers.
- Usero.
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