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Ring a ring of roses, girls with fancy bows and poses. They've got that natural shine, Got everyone in a frenzy all ready to be realined.
sitting in this damn cafeteria. mushed between thirty kids I barely know. they barely know. how much they show. for i'm surrounded by. them. a clump of teenagers. rambling on. and showing off.
I was considered a visitor - when I walked thru the church doors I was the kinda girl everyone had seen before My skirt (too high) my shirt (too low) Yeah I saw the church folk turn up their nose I...
Intro I wasn't really ever a people person. I just never was. I had next to no friends because 99.9% of the words that come out of my mouth were beyond sarcastic and emotionless.
'I do believe in fairies,' said the little wide-eyed girl As the grown-ups turned away and laughed, to leave her to her world.
We're all different,. So they say,. But at the end,. Of every day,. My ice soul searches,. Far and wide,. But none can shine,. Out from the tide,. They all are dull,. And blurred by green,.
I will remain, to those petty fools from school, the moustache bearing silent girl. That one over there, sitting by herself because she looks like a boy and has the social skills of a dead toad.
Tentatively I walk into the play-ground, Cautious of all of the laughter like sound. The boys playing football and the girls braiding hair, It seems to be I don't belong here nor there.
Baa Baa Black sheep. 'Sorry you don't quite fit in so off we creep leaving you go take the flying leap'. Baa Baa White sheep.
What seems very clear to me, Confuses everyone else. When I describe my views, they are greeted with silence. When others describe normality, I wonder why I disagree.
They hate you for the clothes you wear. They hate you for the music you listen too. They hate you for the way you speak. They hate you because your different to them.
Eleven suns rotate, they spin. As three million days and nights begin. Nine distant worlds unlike our own. This place I feel must be my home. Because I don't fit down here on earth.
The cold air bit my face, and i wrapped my mercifully thick coat even tighter around my imperfect body, not sure if i was trying to block out the cold or the world around me.