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Thursday, 8 October 2009
09:44:23 PM (GMT)
I hate how I worded this poem, there really isn't any other words to describe what
I'm thinking..

Hold your head up

Put a smile on 

You’re living a lie 

Just play along 

Everyone’s copying 

So just join the crowd 

Your parents would be so proud 

Get sucked in 

It's the cool thing 

Let them break you in 

It shouldn't sting 

Pretend nothings wrong 

This is the hardest act in the play called Life 

But be the best actress your under spot light 

Don't say you’re hurt 

You'll be treated like dirt 

Don't show your real emotion 

Use lies as your motivation 

Program yourself, be robotic 

Make everything real feel sick 

Do all this just to fit in 

Go out just to flaunt, remember your pretend 

And now that you’re a part of society 

You ruined everything you dreamed you could be 

Though I guess you could be proud of where you stand 

Now you can really be called an American

‹Plainly and simply - Ham.(=› says :   14 August 2010   631286  
Kaylee, I just thought I should say I fucking love this...


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