When I was young I was recycled to new people
The New people recycled me to.
My happiness for with family is thrown away in the junkyard
With my friends
its just recycled
They pick me up and turn me into someone beautiful,
Into someone happy
Then they move.
I am recycled again
Waiting to be picked up by someone new
just to be recycled again.
My heart is
Reused reduced and recycled

Question

When I was young I was recycled to new people
The New people recycled me to.
My happiness for with family is thrown away in the junkyard
With my friends 
its just recycled
They pick me up and turn me into someone beautiful,
Into someone happy
Then they move.
I am recycled again
Waiting to be picked up by someone new
 just to be recycled again.
My heart is 
Reused reduced and recycled

bryna321 · Answer

Nice

bryna321 · Answer

R u sad now cuz u said u make poems when ur sad

NevaehJade6219 · Answer

yup

bryna321 · Answer

$\color{#0cbb34}{\text{Originally Posted by}}$ @NevaehJade6219
yup
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