"You'll Get Burned" By Cassandra Freiborg 3/17/05
I havent touched a single thing,
since I've been conscious of the world,
I was a speacial gift at birth,
now just a burden-some girl.
I have my friends,
they're always there,
but lately it seems,
I just don't care.
I keep telling myself over again,
I have to remember our times,
but one by one they slip away,
I guess I didn't see the signs.
Or maybe it wasn't them at all,
just my own apathetic style,
I guess its my own damn fault,
I never wanted to smile.
I'm not writing poetry,
for your sympathetic coos,
I'm just trying to tell you my story,
I don't know what else to do.
Because during the day,
I feel as if, I'm at an end,
for I am surrounded by my friends,
and I feel nothing for them.
So I wonder how it works this way,
the world with all its turns,
the one rule I've determined is:
"Watch out or you'll get burned."