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You can laugh, cry, or walk on by and not care, just thought I'd post these and see what I get. Take not. One of them was written in a fit of rage and not edited. hee hee :argue: Enjoy, there are two:
Just Another:
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Stepping out into the mainstream of traffic that is the hallways of my school,
One can become very perceptive to other?s lives
and have no clue about their reasoning or problems.
A girl I once knew brushes past me in a hurry,
Just last week I would have recognised her.
Today she immerses herself in all the different shades of black there are,
Reaching new depths of clothing, personality, and music, and with the rattling of chains and sharpness of spikes she says she?s been ?enlightened?.
She does not say it directly,
But the immediate change in the way she used to walk, and the words that once raced out of her mouth are now crawling with hidden messages.
A new her, a new thought process
all occurring over a long weekend.
It occurred to me that people feel the need to alter themselves,
Yet you are not safe from other?s stares and comments when you do manage a transformation.
I will never know why that bubbly soul moulded herself to the dark side of High School.
Sitting in class, another future comedian announces a comment about my intellect.
Others tell me how ruthlessly skinny I am, or how my laughter is outrageously deafening.
I will never know if there is a twinge of jealousy in those comments,
Or if I am just another person that stands out among individuals.
With all their cliques and jackal-faced grins,
All day long having something to say about someone else.
I don?t take the comments to heart.
They just think they are hilarious, or they are noticing something that never existed before.
I hate to tell you, but I have always been me.
Have they gone through one day without saying something negative towards another?
As the wind from that changed little girl finally releases me, I wonder if she thinks the same thing as I.
For as she passed me I became one of those jackals, critiquing and stereotyping the new her she was proud of, and I realised,
I am just one of them.
Where did you go?
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Where did you go?
You used to hold my hand,
we used to be inseperable,
I was comfy with being a tomboy,
I thought you were comfy being my best friend
We used to talk on the phone
Until the sun came up
Almost like two "girlfriends"
Yet different, because you were one great,
great to be around, great to talk to, just great.
We used to laugh together. Remember what it was like to laugh?
Wrestle Together,
Everything.
We even kissed once yet never said a word...
I guess we understood how big that was for "us".
Where did we go?
No more phone calls.
You're always out drinking till the sun comes up.
You wrestle other boys when your ego's bruised.
A kiss means nothing to you now. Do you remember what it was like to kiss someone?
ANYONE with their lips around your manhood infects your mind like it's all you care about.
Since you've realised that you're supposed to act a certain way,
you're not comfy with me in your life.
You would rather die than hold my hand once more.
Cause that would mean you recognise what you used to be: great.
It took a bra and some make up for you to talk to me, I finally look like a girl, and a damn good one at that.
So go ahead, be with your guys
I'll be with my girls cause that's how we're supposed to act.
I'm sorry I mistook you for someone else.
I'm sorry I once stepped over the gender barrier and was your friend.
I'm sorry I once loved you for the person you were.
I wish I could love you once more but I can't, cause you're not you.
Where did you go?
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