Non-Fake Poem

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Sitting in a room
Thinking of what to say
I think there might be another traffic jam.
Great another delay.
I get up early, get dressed.
Oh great I forgot to study for my test.
I put the shoes on but the laces are broken.
I sat on the calculator
And, wow, now its smokin.
Detention's this saturday,
Eighth time in a row.
I think it's time for me to stop, think, and grow.
I'm getting older, maturing with my age.
I sometimes feel I am trapped in a cage.
I wonder if I'll ever learn from my mistakes.
I have to start being the real me, and not the fake.





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