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Contributed by isaiyan on Sunday, 12th January 2003 @ 06:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

Everybody tells me what I hear
but I am not one for conversating.
Deep inside I feel the need
I confuse it for an odd vibration.

Then it hits me hard
almost like a foul reaction.
Diseased filth, braided with twigs
gives me the most satisfaction.

Conversating cell phones
with the sun blazing on my face.
Personality disorder discovered
putting me in my worthless place.

My preference means your access
and in my access you are blind.
Finding an endless exit
that will take you all of my time.

Dwelling in this disorder
sits the tiny tear of confusion.
Fake days end up passed
in sways to fake illusions.

Confusing, isn't it?
You really don't know.
What lurks deep inside me
on the outside, doesn't show.

So next time you confront a goth
or a loser, please be aware.
The person might take your insults seriously
as they laugh at your stares.

They'll curse at your opinions,
wishing that you all would go away.
Living the rest of their lives painfully
and criminally insane.

Copyright © isaiyan ... [ 2003-01-12 18:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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