People don't like me.
Because all they can see.
Is how I'm different in every way.
Tortured by them everyday.
"Freak!"
Now on my cutting spree.
My wrists bleed.
And sometimes stain my tee.
"Freak!"
Forever alone is me.
I can't end the suffering.
Feeling like my soul's dying.
"Freak!"
Mean they choose to be.
My heart beats too.
Just like you.
My lungs need oxygen.
To breathe out and in.
I have feelings you know.
Of course you don't.
Being able to say only one word to me.
"Freak!"
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Random Poems
PoetryBasically poems. For when I'm bored. !!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!!! A lot of the poems will be depressing or messed up in some sort of way. Please don't assume the poems are about me. Very few are.
