Oh this sucks
I have to go to school again
Every freaking day
Oh I get tired of this
Maybe 'cause I'm not popular
It's freaking hard when you're not
I just wish I was a popular
as some of those pretty girls
that go to this school
Oh damn, there's Beaver
(the guy that I like)
He probably won't ever like me
I always see him with the preps
(as a lot of students call them)
I probably don't have a chance.
Who would I be kidding to even think
that he would like me?
He does stare at me
But he ignores me other times
He gives mixed signals
like the other day
I was in the lunch line
He was a few people behind me
He was talking to some girl
but he was talking all loud
like he wanted someone to hear him
I don't know if he always talks like that
But all the times I've heard him he has
Maybe it was because I was around
But I HIGHLY doubt it
Damn, why am I such a pessimist?
I freaking doubt too much
Oh well, I get by
...barely
Dang, my thoughts are long
I nearly missed my locker
Alright, got all my stuff
Time to go back to freaking class.
Author notes
Yeah, I know this is super weird. But this is actually a few thoughts that go through my head, 'cause I don't like a lot of the people at school. They can be so immature.
(Don't worry, all of my thoughts aren't this weird)
Written February 12th, 2005
A contest entry
- Disconnected Thoughts by WindUpEnigma.
300 points, ended February 27, 2005, 11 entries
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awsome write
i love this poem...its like a short poem story, it was so descriptive, i thought it was gunna be another poem on how much school sucked, but it was awsome...this is really great write, keep up the good work...and i dont know if this is really how you feel about this guy or not...but it sounds like your really hot for him, good luck in the chase...i know how it feels, you like them and you think when there looking at you they like you but then it turns out that they hang out with all this other poeple and darely give you the time of day, but i told the guy ilike that i liked him and it worked and i thought he noticed me but didnt care, but it turns out after i began talking to him he liked me too...and its working out now...good luck in trying to get him... buh bye
stephy -
LOL I'm not laughing at you. this is just so firmmiliar sounding, (in a way) most kids prolly walk into school and have all sorts of thoughts like this go through their head. Not nesesarily* the same ones, but really kinna funny when you think about them at any other time.
definately a diferent kind of poem, but diferent is good
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