what am i doing here?
i don't belong with these people
these amazing people who know so much more, are so much more than i
i don't belong with these people
this is not the time for me to try to belong
i don't belong with these people
i want to find a way to understand and to comprehend
but i don't belong with these people
i cried today
and perhaps it was what was necessary for me to understand
that in the end of all things
je suis rien
et tout le monde
éperdue.
it was all a stupid game
and it made them laugh
which was never my intention at all
but it made them laugh
and i wanted to get them to understand that its not funny; to me this is pain
but it made them laugh
so i let them laugh and hoped perhaps it helped them somehow
and it made them laugh
i cried today
and perhaps it was what was necessary for me to understand
that in the end of all things
je ne sais pas personne
et tout le monde
ment.
Please tell me what you think
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maybe its the way the line is ordered, but this grabbed me right away, held my attention all the way through. The pain of not belonging - the angiush of being made sport of - that is a horrible thing, i know, i grew up with ridicule. But in reality, we do learn to trust, given enuf time, learn to know the good hearts of some people and not all people lie, i admit, they are rare, but there are some who tell you the truth with love - those are the ones that make the best of friends.
blessings and best wishes,
~r.
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very interesting puff. I like the repetition in the poem, it works really well.
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thanks dear. i honestly...don't even remember what this was about. ^^; heh. but thanks.
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