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Created on 2006-06-07 19:41:54 (#10403327), last updated 2008-09-25
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| Name: | broken_syllable |
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-They Say I am crazy…
My Jacket shuffles softly as I throw it over my head.
-But I think I’m fine
My shoes clunk against the hard floor with every step I take.
-They Say I’m not normal…
A distant horn honks as I slam the house door; it bangs against the frame.
-But really, are they?
The Icy wind whistles in my frozen ears, and the trees stiffly cove to the cold wind, unlike their graceful summer sways.
-Maybe I am a little different…
I enter the over heated car; the hot stale air burns my cheeks.
-But isn’t everybody?
The engine growls in hunger and scenes fly by in a blur of colors.
The growling dies, I get out with a heavy clank from my shoes,
The door slams shut, and the icy wind fills my ears again.
A cluster of my so-called friends buzzes busily with gossip; Dead leaves crunch beneath my feel, for some reason this pleases me.
I try to join the conversation, but no one listens, I’m shoved away.
-Why?-
Oh yeah I forgot again…
I am Crazy
Copywrited by Rebecca...Sophmore Year. DO NOT STEAL OF I KILL!
My Jacket shuffles softly as I throw it over my head.
-But I think I’m fine
My shoes clunk against the hard floor with every step I take.
-They Say I’m not normal…
A distant horn honks as I slam the house door; it bangs against the frame.
-But really, are they?
The Icy wind whistles in my frozen ears, and the trees stiffly cove to the cold wind, unlike their graceful summer sways.
-Maybe I am a little different…
I enter the over heated car; the hot stale air burns my cheeks.
-But isn’t everybody?
The engine growls in hunger and scenes fly by in a blur of colors.
The growling dies, I get out with a heavy clank from my shoes,
The door slams shut, and the icy wind fills my ears again.
A cluster of my so-called friends buzzes busily with gossip; Dead leaves crunch beneath my feel, for some reason this pleases me.
I try to join the conversation, but no one listens, I’m shoved away.
-Why?-
Oh yeah I forgot again…
I am Crazy
Copywrited by Rebecca...Sophmore Year. DO NOT STEAL OF I KILL!
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