I'm sick of being bled.
I'm sick of all this red.
Sick of the supid ones who say,
"My god, look how hot he is"
Just screw it.
Damn you to hell.
I really do not care,
About their clothes or hair.
About their purses and shoes.
Tired of all of you.
My god, it's just a book.
Aint that explanation enough?
I guess they dislkie it,
If it aint the CLIQUE books, I see.
Oh god,
It's just a music genre.
I guess I don't care about them.
Oh my, I don't care how hot he thinks he is.
I'm sick of being bled.
Sick of all this red.
I'm sick of reality,
For a tommboy in intermedeate.
A contest entry
- Pre-write Party 3 by DancingRed.
300 points, ended September 26, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Initial reaction - 7
Poetic devices - 23
Individuality/creativity - 10
Vocabulary - 7
Emotional engagement - 8
Layout/organisation - 3
Spelling/grammar/punctuation - 0
Background/font - 5
Overall impact - 7
Total score - 70
Hah, I think we all have thoughts like this every now, when we want to disown the human race.
A wider vocabulary (and a spell check! 
) could help this poem, I feel. Left-alignment might work better, too.
Thanks for entering.
DancingRed.
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Raw and emotionally intense! Nothing wrong with being a tomboy, I was. When it came to giggling and girlie talk, I preferred a good book too! I hope you don't stay angry at reality, shape it to suit yourself! Good poem and a wonderful peek at the world from your unique eyes.
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this is really good
sounds like my school
with all the girls falling over
1 boy just cuz he is popular
RAWR!!!! lol
keep it up sweetheart
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