
Another biographylike poem. I came up with it after a conversation on MSN with a friend of mine at fictionpress. Please R&R! Critiques are welcome!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 155 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 12-12-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2289107
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MATURE, OR JUST DIFFERENT?
A friend of mine once told me:
"You're the most
mature
seventeen-year-old I've ever
met".
And I wonder:
"Is that why I feel
different
from the
others
in my class?
Is that why I feel like I can
never be
one of them?
Is that why I feel so
left out?
Why I am
taunted and discriminated?
Because I think
differently
than the others?"
Each time I ask myself
those questions, I always seem to find
answers
to them.
The one thing I cannot find the
answer
to though, is
how
I can find them.
What is that thing that makes it
feel
like I
know myself
so completely, that I can figure these things out myself?
That's the
one thing
I
cannot understand
about myself.
The only answer I can think of is that
I'm different
from the other students.
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