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Without Me
Contributed by
blackmarker
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Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 04:34:39 PM in AEST
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I’m a small, homey little thing,
Who is too short for her age,
Too pale for her own good,
Who wears too-big sweaters,
And too-long pants,
And has too-big of wishes and hopes that she can never accomplish.
I’m too damaged to be worth anything;
Too imperfect to be wanted by any.
I’ve got all the right features, with the exception of my face.
I’m sixteen years old, yet I look 11, 12 at most.
Who wants that?
The answer is obvious – no one.
I hide myself in my too-big sweaters and my too-long pants and my too-sophisticated words.
I hide myself so I can’t get hurt,
But I hurt so much, just watching quietly from my too-small eyes.
Watching everyone from afar, smiling and laughing and having fun.
Without me.
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2004-06-03 16:34:39]
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Re: Without Me
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by pixie on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 05:09:42 PM AEST
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I could feel your sadness in your words, you expressed it very well,
takecare
Pixie xx |
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Re: Without Me
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by evilfairy on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 08:44:56 PM AEST
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Hey little one, you are 16 and there is so much more world out there to discover,
and probably so much more you out there to know and understand too.
Don't give up on yourself just yet. :) |
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Re: Without Me
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by wray on
Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 12:29:48 AM AEST
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I felt like that in school. Feelings like this can seriously affect your life for the rest of your life so listen closely. Life changes. As you grow you learn, as you learn you realise life is exactly as bad as you make it.
To put it in a simple, superficial way: when I thought I was ugly and boring I wore dark, daggy clothes and drowned myself in dark music, dark people, dark thoughts. Then I decided I could be pretty if I wanted to be and that a lot more is actually going on in my head than is going on in a lot of other people's heads - so I now do whatever the hell I feel like doing. I wear bright clothes. I wear makeup. If I wish something was a certain way then I go out and make it that way (well I try). If I want to go out with a guy I do it (don't take this too literally and hold your crush to gun-point). I like my life. I still listen to dark music but I don't let it depress me too much. Sometimes I write dark poetry but sometimes I write love poetry.
Anyway I'm just trying to show you that I relate to how you felt when you wrote this poem. Of course I know nothing about you so please don't take this as a lecture. (For all I know your friend wrote it.)
But good luck with stuff anyway. |
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