Sharing infront of people is my worst fear.
Their blank stares, are my second.
Do they not get what im saying?
Or do they just not get me?
Are we all so alike that we beg our peers to let us be different?
We gain the names of:
Freak.
Outcast.
Weird.
But how about one we all long to be?
Unique.
People hear the words, but they still don't understand.
[I'm not sure that i actually care for this piece, I was thinking about the poem we have to write for Mr.Horvath by Friday and i realized that i can't write a poem when i have to, but more like when im not allowed.] Suggestions would be wonderful!
Being the same, is my third.
I like this poem, and what it says, but how about adding some symbolism? So that its less straight forward..
ReplyDeletei like this poen, . It is written like a true teenager.i agree with Lian though
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