West Coast

We just out here

Trying our hardest to stick out

By wearing weird clothes

 

All we Do is clown around and Love

We dont really stick out

Used up Vans and roughed up shirts

 

By Choice, we are Forgotten

We are who we are

West Coast Liars

This poem is about: 
Me

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