Mocking chair

It's the same couch I used to sit,
the same songs that you used to play,
the same food I loved to eat.
But not the same people that made my day.

Everything seemed so perfect and bright:
Children playing over that slide;
People talking with delight;
And their smiles, oh so wide.

It's the same place I used to love
with all the memories that flashes back.
All the happiness, here, I used to have.
But not anymore, with people laughing at my back.

I have made myself a fool, once upon a time,
But I can't change everything with this rhyme.

Original shitty poem by me. (03-01-2012)

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