Monday, December 12, 2011

I see--

I see
fingers pointing
they point at me
I think
I see
them laughing
at me I think
I want to crawl and hide
but then I find
my shell is shattered
I stand outside
a circle
peering in
but when I look
to flee inside myself
I find
I am an outcast


(Ooo, genuine teen angst! See, I had a normal childhood!)

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