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Author: GameGuy24
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-31-05 - Updated: 03-31-05 - id:1873947

I push people away all the time

Maybe it’s because I can’t trust them

Maybe I don’t feel appreciated by them

Or it could simply mean I want to be alone

They make jokes about me all the time

I feel like I just want to punch them in the face

Leave me alone, we’re not friends anymore

You don’t know me, and you never will!

Why people do the things they do I’ll never understand

Why they choose to hurt each other

To make irregulars feel alone and hate

I once felt as though I was bridge between the two

I’ve never been made fun of heavily

Even though I fit characters of people who are

Fat, weird, and does well in school

Well even though I was never made fun of, I still felt isolated from my peers

I use to be smart

I use to be someone

I’m a has been

I’m washed up

I figure, if I am nothing, I must have always been nothing

Nothing can be made into nothing, it always was what it is

Where did all my intelligence go? How did it all disappear?

Why have I become more awkward around people I’ve known for years?

I use to enjoy writing, I use to take pride in it

But even writing this has not impressed me

Is this poetry at all, or just my way of telling everyone I’m depressed?

Either way, I need some change

Being intelligent use to come so easily for me

Why did it all change? Did the idiot box finally get to me?

Could I really have become as dumb as I think I am?

Why have I changed so rapidly.

The material isn’t hard

I could ace it if I wanted to

I just don’t try

I have no will

I don’t feel like succeeding

I don’t want to argue with other people about their opinions.

I don’t know why I’m so reserved

Maybe I’m afraid of being hurt

They always told me I could give so much to this world

But I don’t do anything

I just sit back

And watch my life fly by failing at it.

I’m like an emo song

I just whine and complain like a teenager

I’m special? No not really

Maybe I’ll grow up someday

I play my games

And eat my food

And watch my anime

In my room

I don’t have a tan

I don’t get enough sleep

I’m a sensitive kid

And I haven’t ha d a girlfriend in over a year

If you want to give me advice, go ahead

Because I could sure use it

This poem has been something different

This is my intervention.



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