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Post by behindTHEmask on Jan 13, 2005 14:18:22 GMT -8
Remember You're Someone. Even if they are screaming you're not. Forget about what they're yelling, Into your ears, About how you're nothing, More than dust on their shoulders.
Forget about where they stand, On the social pyramid, Materialized by stereotypes, Politically correct, In the teenage world.
Forget about all the stares, Floating from the optics, Of a million molded teens, Who shame you for standing out.
Forget about the gun, Tucked in your father's sock drawer, Loaded and prepared. Ignore the knife, Hidden under your pillow, Because they're worthless to you now.
Forget about the pills, You took over a month ago, Sending you to the hospital, So that you could be purged.
Forget about everything, That told you, You weren't capable, Of achieving your dreams. Remember you're someone.
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Post by quilleh on Jan 17, 2005 15:12:18 GMT -8
Okee now, to meh, this poem's flow is a tad irregular. How you presented the idea though, shed new light on a cliched topic. Overall, not a bad piece, I'd just tweak the rythem a smidgen. ^^
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Post by behindTHEmask on Jan 17, 2005 19:19:43 GMT -8
I'll work on the rythem. Thanks.
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Post by quilleh on Jan 18, 2005 14:03:30 GMT -8
You're welcome. I hope I was helpful. ^^
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