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The Expressionists

Poetry

They speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday

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by MyTimeWasYesterday

by MyTimeWasYesterday

bet you've seen them

seen the way others look at them

like their a diseased animal

or a expensive display; you can look but can't touch

they're like untouchable

only that small pact stays together

bet you've heard what others have spoken behind their backs

everyone else seems to get that they're different than them

so because they get that;

no one talks to them

it's just the norm

people don't associate with that kind of breed

it's uncalled for and strange to even think of being around them

i know what they say

i've heard it all

i've seen what they have done

i get it

you don't want to be near us

you think it'll change your reputation or something so "crucial" at school that would be horrid if it were to change

i know

because i am part of them

I'm "weird" because I laugh out loud with food in my mouth. I'm different because my clothes never seem to match. I'm called names for standing up for people who cannot stand up for themselves. My friends and I stick together wind and rain. We've got each others back at anytime so no one can knock us down.

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I'd like to dedicate this to anybody who's been treated badly for being themselves. Stand up against with your friends, strangers and others to bound a stronger pact. I get how it feels to be less than who you really are. so just smile, be yourself, and knock those bullies down! HARD!!!

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