May 24, 2009
“Look at her!”
“What a freak!”
Arsenic remarks
Poison arrows
Piercing her armor
Blood dripping from invisible wounds
They can’t understand her…
Or perhaps they simply don’t want to
The delicate anomaly
They’re slowly slaying
She lets them have their fun
Taunt her for her antisocial disease
But someday
With her pen
She’ll stab them all
And live alone
Among the shells of her tormenters

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Lonleydandy said...
Jul. 24, 2009 at 4:43 pm
LOVES IT!!!!!! I really like this poem!!!!! I mean it isn't happy by any means, but I can really relate to it, and I hate reading happy frilly poems anyway. Great job. [Thanks for commenting on my work by the way!] LOVE IT!
Jessica G. said...
May 30, 2009 at 2:27 am
I like this poem, but you stold the ending from somone else...I think that you stold it from Rachel.
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