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Saturday, October 28, 2006

   guess what everyone i have a new poem (yes it is better than the last)
hello ppls heres my latest poems what do u think about them???
*Voices*
Do you hear that one voice,
Calling out my name,
People tell me that I'm crazy,
I know it as a lie,
It doesn't want you
It's after me,
I don't understand the reason why,
I'm not special,
I'm just nothing,
I run as far as I can go,
Knowing not where to go,
People laugh and stare,
Obviously there's no help for me,
Aaw screw it I'll admit the truth, I'm insane thanks to you.

*Fear*
To be like a turtle,
To hide under my shell when I'm most afraid,
As sly as ever and to out wit my foes,
To be like a bear,
To have stength when I need the most,
To be like a wolf,
To have courage when I am a coward,
But unfortunatly I am none of those things,
I am only human,
The destroyer of all things that we hold dear,
I am the only thing that animals and other people fear,
But what do I fear,
I fear what everything fears,
Myself.

*Prejudice*
As a little asian girl was walking home one day,
She saw a little girl so she smiled and waved,
She over heard him talking and telling all his friends,
He had said "Look at her skin !She's not American",
The little girl ran home to cry,
Passing the boy as she went by,
The little boy looked up to see her run,
He turned to his friends and said"Being prejudice is so much fun."

*Cuts on my Shoulder*
The cuts on my shoulder resemble how I feel,
Hatred towards the world,
Pretend to be happy,
Show no feelings,
covering my scars,
I stare at the cross,
The one carved into my skin,
don't show any sympothy,
Or try to feel my pain,
Show me you don't give damn and get the fuck away,
Go ahead and pretend that you didn't see a thing.
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