beat me, its called defeat Date: Wednesday, 1st June 2005 @ 11:31:40 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: suicidal_imbecile Here I am afraid to show, my true self. Afraid to be ridiculed for my glow. Rudolf was an amazing foul. His heart was warm, fired soul. So who am I? A diseased mind? A loser in your eyes? I wont be down, Just because of you lies. I'll keep myself above the ground. By my cheap highs. Here I am again alone. Help me to find, a comfortable home. One that we can share. One I can call my own. Kate Ecklund This poem is Copyright © suicidal_imbecile 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=96480