Untitled (What's Wrong With Me?), by TigreDeVour
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I know that I'm pretty,
I know that I'm smart.
I can be witty,
and I play the guitar.
Most of the boys want me,
And I turn the girls heads.
I'm told that it's frightening,
The confidence I've held.
I'm very sympathetic,
And I'm commonly nice.
I try to be understanding,
And many interests I've enticed.
But you don't seem to want me,
No matter how great.
You "love me" but don't love me,
And I ask...
What's wrong to make it that way?
Oct.5.2007 |
| Posted: 2009-01-06 09:17:54 UTC |
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| 2007-10-07 23:47:32 | Caitlin_Californication |
| i love this poem its really how i feel alot of the time. my real friends always tell me how smart n gorgeous i am but i cant keep a boyfriend for more than 3 months. i hate it. about the drinking poem, to me its about how i tried to deal with problems, and it didnt work. i just write eveything out now. oh, can i get yr myspace URL and stuff? id love 2 get 2 know u more |