Criticisim Date: Wednesday, 1st June 2005 @ 04:18:48 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: confused People don't except me for who I am It's as if they can't stand me Why can't they see How I want to be There's nothing wrong with the way I act I'm always getting verbally attacked Everyday I come home and cry And gradually I'll want to die There's nothing wrong with the way I dress When people criticize it adds to ny stress Whenever I feel like I'm going to loose it All I do is turn up my music This poem is Copyright © confused 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=96515