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Sideshow attraction

Poetry By: Chrysta

The life of an outcast.

Submitted:Apr 29, 2009    Reads: 93    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

When I walk down the hallways,

I can see them staring at me.

Always watchful the normals are,

expectant of many wonders.

They think my tricks are special;

The main attraction.

They want to see me me blow,

and start shooting.

See me finally finally lose it,

and go berserk.

I have no tricks,

just hatred.

WhenI finally lose it,

it won't be on you.

I cannot grant you that satisfaction.

My reality is no Sideshow attraction


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