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Inside we're all the same
Muscles, flesh and bone
We all have a working brain
Though maybe not a home.
Labels are slapped upon us
The stickiness hurt our skin
Some cry and make a fuss
We can take them off when?
Until we die
That doesn't seem right
Until death is neigh
It must stay the rest of our life?
How do I rid it of myself?
Or change it to something else?
For if to me it must stick
I at least want to like it.


Copyright 2005 JEM
Posted: 2005-05-31 14:22:51 UTC
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2009-07-27 19:21:18Sara
Thats a great poem but i must disagree i personally have 'got rid' of a label that i had for years, it gets better, i havent been on my poemtry for years and realised how strange i was, its a great poem thanks for making me think :) x