Me Date: Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 07:32:06 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: DoomedCuthulu Walking through this stupid trough Where the looks are dirtier than the streets Things get thrown at you And we get called freaks. But I guess it's fair, I mean, we don't fit in. If it means to be ourselves I'd rather be me than them. This poem is Copyright © DoomedCuthulu Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=92963