The strange kid,

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem i wrote about a week ago about me being a nobody.

Submitted: February 13, 2012

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Submitted: February 13, 2012

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Thinking about you, i cry myself to sleep

curled up, in a tiny sobbing heap

in the morning my eyes are sore

and i feel numb down to my core

my pale cheeks are tear stained

my smile, forced and painedd

my smile looks more like a grimace now

i cower away form the girl before me

cover my eyes, so i don't have to see her

i refuse to look at the person i've become

the zombie staring back at me, i let you turn me into

im just the quiet little emo kid now

who always seems to get lost in the crowds

everybody blanks me, im just a nobody

no one notices the silent emo

the strange kid - the only thing she does islisten toher earphones loud

drumming my fingers along with the screamo sounds.


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