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Crazy Ass Poem
I'm so sick of fucking rhyming
These aren't even poems anymore
Just what I am thinking
Unafraid. Bullshit.
I'm afraid of everything
I push myself on purpose
'Cause I won't be left behind,
I won't be one of them
Mindless and put in position.
They don't even feel a fraction of what I'm feeling
Their heads would twist and turn
Kind of like mine right now.
Impersonations are just as well
They can't deal with it right now
I'm not better just different.
I might be worse, I don't know.
Unfinished
Not blaming
Resentful of nothing but myself
Not wanting attention
Just wanting to be noticed
AM I a Hypocrite?
Or just confused?
Needing more than offered
Starved,
For anything.
Something to save me
Something to awaken me
From my Sleeping Beauty sleep
I have slept a hundred years and
Watched it all pass by
I have aged and become wrinkled
By the unfortunate terms of my sleep.
Slept on silk sheets
But in the middle of a torrential storm
I hate myself.
There I said it,
It's me that's the problem
But Ill blame it on other for convenience.
I'm perfect,
Didn't you kno?
I laugh at all of you,
Of your ignorance
That I have created.
Laughing at myself
It's not a funny matter
LOL
...
....
.....
I'm sick
These aren't even poems anymore
Just what I am thinking
Unafraid. Bullshit.
I'm afraid of everything
I push myself on purpose
'Cause I won't be left behind,
I won't be one of them
Mindless and put in position.
They don't even feel a fraction of what I'm feeling
Their heads would twist and turn
Kind of like mine right now.
Impersonations are just as well
They can't deal with it right now
I'm not better just different.
I might be worse, I don't know.
Unfinished
Not blaming
Resentful of nothing but myself
Not wanting attention
Just wanting to be noticed
AM I a Hypocrite?
Or just confused?
Needing more than offered
Starved,
For anything.
Something to save me
Something to awaken me
From my Sleeping Beauty sleep
I have slept a hundred years and
Watched it all pass by
I have aged and become wrinkled
By the unfortunate terms of my sleep.
Slept on silk sheets
But in the middle of a torrential storm
I hate myself.
There I said it,
It's me that's the problem
But Ill blame it on other for convenience.
I'm perfect,
Didn't you kno?
I laugh at all of you,
Of your ignorance
That I have created.
Laughing at myself
It's not a funny matter
LOL
...
....
.....
I'm sick
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