I regret that I'm a sheep,
But it's who I was brought up to be,
I know it's rather sad,
But inside I'm kind of glad,
I don't want their staring eyes,
Or their talking lips,
To pay attention to me,
Just to get their kicks,
I say that I'm different,
But really I'm not,
Just read my poetry,
It's all the same sort,
All the "But I loved him,
And I want him back"
All the same,
Kind of crap.
I may be different,
To some of the clones,
But the person I am,
I'm still not alone.
I'm still the same,
As many others,
At least I'm different enough,
To be able to admit it...
A contest entry
- An Original Thought by Mark Spencer.
1000 points, ended October 24, 2007, 14 entries
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Comments
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This was really great and yes we all are the same but in our own unique way and thats what i love about people and you!
great writing my daughter!
~Lisa~
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most definitely simmilar to HOA's write
i love it!!!
seej
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