Make my Life A Misery, by No Child Is Innocent Once Born
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The girls flick their hair at me
The boys all stare at me
The teachers avoid my gaze
Inside my head is like a maze
The people who make my life a misery
Are the people I used to play with happily
No one wants to talk to me
It's like don't exist
If I died
I wouldn't be missed
The people who make my life a misery
Are the people I used to play with happily
I say I'm ok and I normally am
But when I sit down
And really think
I feel as if I will drown
The people who make my life a misery
Are the people I used to play with happily
I never used to be like this
But now I'm cold to the core
Why do I let them do this
Trample me into the floor?
The people who make my life a misery
Are the people I used to play with happily
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| Posted: 2006-02-28 18:21:54 UTC |
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| 2006-03-02 22:01:14 | My_pain_your_thrill |
| Love it! I think everyone can relate to this somehow, seems we all have friends who turn on us. Well done xx |
| 2006-03-09 20:56:58 | Faith |
| There would be people who missed you if you died... don't ever believe that there aren't. It's a very sad poem. |