Is there something wrong with me?
That I simply cannot be
A happy, smiling teen or am I just too mean
To ever be the queen?
Of every living creature
or is it just my ugly features?
Disturbing everything in sight, I even give my self a fright.
I might aswell give up the fight and have another sleepless night.
Being ol' little me
a flower without her bee.
; because no one gives a dam
about me or a slice of ham.
Am I a rebel without cause?
because I still obey the laws
Or am I someone who could do without her nasty flaws?
But truly tell me this cause I really want to know
this isn't up for show
Is there something wrong with me?
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that I can never be
a happy, smiling teen....
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My Poems, My Life, My Chaos...
PoetryThese are just poems that I've written since the age of thirteen, =) Most of are freeverse or song poems, and some I may have forced to rhyme. * smiles sheepishly*
