The strange kid,

The strange kid, The strange kid,

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Summary

A poem i wrote about a week ago about me being a nobody.
Share :
Twitter

Summary

A poem i wrote about a week ago about me being a nobody.

Content

Submitted: February 13, 2012

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: February 13, 2012

A A A

A A A


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.


© Copyright 2017 coolkatz0. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply