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I said that no body knows what it’s like for people like us to growing up,
Living in a small town,
With less then 300 people,
With nothing around,
Hanging out all day with your Mum,
Being a mummy’s little girl,
It’s sickening don’t you think?
Now I’m 14 now and I don’t have a life,
I look up to comedy shows like Family Guy and The Simpson even Black Adder,
To show me how to act around other people,
To socialize,
But I’m willing to change,
I’m willing to listen to advice,
Ill even go to a Physiatrist,
And get special counseling,
Ill go to the doctor and get some pills,
To make it better,
I just can’t take it anymore,
I don’t want to be the person I’m becoming,
I don’t want to be my Mum,
I know that sounds curl,
But maybe you’d understand if you have seem thing through my eyes,
Day after day,
I have nothing to say,
When I do,
Its boring so I guess just try and not listen to me at all,
I’m a stupid little girl,
My past is something that I will never give out,
Falling in love is hopeless,
I have no chance in hell,
I can’t talk to guys,
I’m totally tackles,
I’m absolutely infatuated with Mark Lizotte,
And I’m a hopeless romantic,
WAIT! A minute,
Just listen before you think that this poem is disin,
Before you think I’m just talking about crap,
Just place yourself in my shoe’s for just a little while,
Take a look at how I work,
Taking a job,
That requires strength to pull you through each day,
Trying to be nice and respectful,
When you work an 8 hour shift,
Having to work with three guys,
Ones my boss,
His kind of nice but his shy,
The other ones the second boss his funny but swears all the time,
And the other is my Brother who pushes me around at work and at home,
Treats me like shit,
Like that’s a surprise,
My whole family does that to me,
I know it could be worse,
But you try working in 30 odd degrees in a Vin yard for 8 hours,
With two idiots just being careful not to get involed,
I’m not saying they are bad people,
Because they are really nice,
Well the second boss is,
But that’s just say “THAT’S MY BROTHER”,
\and leave it at that,
I have another one what about,
Working on the bottling line
Where you lift heavy objects all day,
That’s half your weight,
I’ve even cleaned my work place,
Then came in the next week and it looks like I haven’t done anything at all,
I’m not looking for sympathy,
I just need you to understand,
I’m sorry I’m not like everybody else,
And I’m sorry I’m not social enough to everyone,
But it’s a fresh new year and I’m willing to change,
I’m going to start off with saying nothing,
Until all my friends disappear,
Like I told you before this isn’t the first time I’ve been a loner,
And it sure ain’t going to be the last,
I’m the kind of person you should hate,
I’m the person you would kill if you had a chance,
Just look at me,
I’m nothing,
I blend into the furniture,
And that’s the way I like it,
I know I wanted to be a famous acoustic guitarist,
But I’m not smart enough for that,
I’m just going to settle on my second choice in life,
And be a Mortician,
And work alone in a freezing room,
Occasionally talk to people not to send me insane,
It doesn’t matter anyway because when Mark Lizotte dies,
I’m going to turn to insanity,
and eventually die.