It's like standing in a crowded room
When Every single eye's on you
You can't think of anything to do
To afraid to barely move
Thoughts of blasphemy are shed
Not a word is ever said
Like they're the one's who've never bled
They're the one's to which apathy's fed
You can't be anything like them
Your thoughts are full of ignorant whims
Like standing on a tampered limb
The future has never seemed so dim
Every single eye remains
On you as if you are to blame
For every mishap uncovered by fame
But no one even knows your name.
Author notes
This is how I feel all the time. enjoy
Written June 12th, 2004
A contest entry
- Was It Something I Said? by Darianna.
500 points, ended June 16, 2004, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hey Aleia i love you ... and I like this one .. hopefull ya had fun in Isreal!
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Monorhyme...a little like paranoia in that it's singular in it's mission. Paranoia seeks to destroy ones sanity and faith in anyone or anything. Thankyou for entring my contest, good luck! Dari xx
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