I Wonder ...

Wed, 10/16/2013 - 18:28 -- customa

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I'm no poet , I just wrote it.

Sadly , sometimes I hate myself.

I love everything and everybody around me.

At times I imagine I'm someone else.

I see a lot of pictures of me on a wall , but

I look in the mirror and I'm not the same person

Everybody saw.

I'm no Angel , but that's what they call me.

I potray myself to be something you can see clearly.

But, my vision of me , I see me & I'm real wary.

My real friends once or twice have see me down.

Nobody really knows me , but I'm not so new in this town.

Look at me " Ha Ha, The Class Clown".

Everybody knows there's something wrong

When I wear a frown.

I go in deep thought , yes stupid , I too think.

You wouldn't know that because I'm so blunt when I speak.

I'm not anything amazing , but I can say I'm special.

I'm just me and that's what all I have in my mental.

 

Don't Judge ME.

 

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