in a crowd of a hundred different people, by Ananya
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i guess its only fair
that theese people stare
after all
i chose to be this way
its not like im ill
totally unresponsible for this image
i did give it to myself
so let them stare
there problem
like i said
me im perfectly fine
but why do they shout?
torment?
hurt....
i dont beleive i deserve it
for being what we all are
different
no ones the same
some do stand out
i stand out
i like it
i like the nice comments
i like unknown people smiles
i dislike them
the ones that
hurt and scare
i cant walk alone
i have to walk with others
i could walk in crowds of hundreds
on my own
and they will find me
its confusing how im just me
and they hate me
for bening me
being different
just like them |
Posted: 2005-11-19 20:47:36 UTC |
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2005-11-29 04:57:47 | Faith |
Too true... i know what you mean! It sucks how parents and teachers tell you you're unique and then the world turns around and tells you to blend in. Great poem! |