Labled (2nd poem)

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We've all been labled

At least once in the past

The jocks with the preps

The queirs all alone

The emo's cut themselves

While the stoners get stoned

The punks are expressed with crazy hairdos

The goths dressed in black, hide in their shadows

The popular kids sit with their popular friends

And I sit alone in a corner

Who knows where I fit in?

Who knows where I belong?

There are scars on my wrists

And my clothes are black

Theres a smile on my face

And friends around me

I'm dating a jock

But I'm still a queir

So who am I

We're all labled.

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:P its soo true... we are all labled and it sucks.... but its life.

<3 Sam labled as a freak

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