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The Human Race
written by psycho_bunny08:14 AM 1/6/05I stand upon a mountain top,
staring down at the human race,
piering at their lies, their confusion and broken dreams.
I see the fear inside their eyes,
I hear the anger in their voices,
I know the pain the hide so dearly,
because their pain is also mine.
I escape the human race,
by standing on my mountain top,
seperate from the others,
alone and yet in their wake.
I am different from them yes,
and yet some traits remain the same,
it makes me feel disdain,
knowing that I share their weaknesses,
perhaps their fate.
I wish there was a way to know,
who will make it and succeed,
and who will simply disappear,
as if never seen,
gone as if from a dream.
But this I cannot know,
and my worries begin to grow...
If I am so different why do they fallow my lead?
If I am so different why do they admire me?
Why do they put me down,
yet ask for my attention?
I am part of their world... And yet I am not,
I feel like a misplaced knot,
am I one of them?
Or am I not? |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I am who I am... Yet I do not know what that means.
This poem represents the confusion of fitting in with the crowd and standing out.
I stand out, but yet I am not the same as the rest them... So that poses a question, where do I really belong?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by swee (1-6-2005 - 11:22 AM)
| always be yourself, it will make you so happy, and you will discover your true friends that way. dont even try to label yourself. |
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