We're all just broken strings, my dear

October 7, 2008
By Allana SILVER, El Segundo, California
Allana SILVER, El Segundo, California
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“Im not her”
“Im not her”
she mumbles
as if this is enough

But her protruding angles
they disturb some,
They stick out
To blatant,
for most
And they judge
as I judged
That this girl
who mumbles,
whos angles stick out
is different
And her neon signs
Reflect her indecency
and I want to ask her
if its worth it
To have these signs
and these angles
But im afraid,
im just like them
And thats just it-
Im afraid
And she shuffles by
a banshee,
with that scarf around her head,
and those mismatches shoes
And my words,
they stick in my throat like jelly

And then I mumble,
Because I know it’s enough
“Im not her”
“Im not her”

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This article has 2 comments.

luna said...
on Oct. 18 2008 at 2:31 am
good question.

*Tw!$tEd* said...
on Oct. 14 2008 at 3:34 pm
Then who exactly are you?


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