They obviously dont know
what their talking about.
They tell me to make friends and be social.
Well I have plenty already.
They ask me why I sit in the dark of my room.
Its because my friends like the dark.
Who need the girls at school or the guys when I have them.
They give me tips on how to gain more friends. Friends like them.
A poke here, a jab their, a small cut here.
The more I listen the more friends I have. So when they tell me theirs only one more thing to do before im friends with them all I listen.
I clutch the knife in my hand and smile proudly ignoring the disappearing voice telling me no.
So with one deep breath I plunge the knife into my chest.
and I join my friends.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
