Your Poetry Dot Com - The Nightmare Before College

where am i?
Crazy Bird?
Posh Bird?
No-one's Bird?
Everyone's Bird?
Bird's Bird?
who am i here?

whisked through broken doors on the current of my peers' energy
what's my role?
spot my reflection
unknown, unrecognised
but i'm here
ready to make a mark
i'm not sure that my style is
right for this place, though

your
smiles and sneers
polos and paper aeroplanes
target me

aiming is fine
but touch me, you die
because i'm not ready yet

i don't know who i am here
swimming through groups

dyed hair and lip piercings. they're
The Nightmares Before Christmas...
and they continue to be
The Nightmares Before Easter, Summer...
New week
New hole
New bruise

or there's the Drama Queens
flouncing and shrieking
not sure i could do that full-time

need some time to think

then why not tread water with the Thinkers
and the non-Thinkers - viewed the same
except by each other

hippies.and.tarts.and.goths.and.chavs.and.skaters.and.gamers.and.emos.and.losers.and.jocks.and.trendies.and.on.and.on.and.on
on.and.on they all circulate
and i watch until i'm sucked into one
dragged over to another
glance and fake a smile towards another
glance and truly smile towards another
whilst wondering where the hell i am in this place

hoping that i learn it before i leave it

the rite of passage crumbles behind me
with every step i take
and i can't even bag it to examine

is anyone actually Feeling here?
are you Feeling this?
Too concerned with your playing cards.and.handbags.and.cigarettes.and.junk.food.and.iPods.
to know what you're like

or what i'm thinking about you when i look at you in that way

how long is it going to take for you to
wake.up.look.back.catch.up

with me
your world

..c'mon! it might be a 'laugh'

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