All these wanna-be popular kids,
Wanna-be nothing,
Pretend their something.
Dead inside,
They think their invinsable,
Pray to their god,
Their lifes barely livable.
Nike or Gucci,
Those things don't matter,
Abecrombie and Aeropostale,
Won't make things better.
The drama and the fights,
Their clothes always white,
They think they're perfect,
And the drugs they inject.
When will they realize,
They aren't themselves,
When can they see,
That they're trying to be somebody else.
In a list
A contest entry
- WHAT WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL EXPERINCE by marlenambolden.
500 points, ended May 17, 2007, 18 entries
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35 years old and I still get where you are coming from. I never really grew out of the things I was into when I was a teenager (especially the music) and if there is one thing that always got on my fucking nerves it was "scene" kids. It seems far worse now than it ever did.
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wow this is really a deep an honest write. There is alot of truth in this poem.It has a nive flow and beat. My favorite line was
"When will they realize,
They aren't themselves,
When can they see,
That they're trying to be somebody else."
I also like the line talking about Abecrombie because at my school if you don't have a shirt with a little moose on it you are a total outcast. Thanks for speaking the truth and good luck in the contest!
~Bloved~
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