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Wake Up, WorldCategory: poetry I guess
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
10:29:06 PM (GMT)
I'm sick of people
telling me where to turn.
I'm sick of people
saying I can just go burn,
in Hell.
I'll never be
just one of the crowd.
That's not my style,
to laugh really loud
and show off my fake smile.

I'm sick of everyone
in love with me.
I'm sick of everyone
because of me.
I'm sick of everyone
asking me how I feel
when I know that no one
really cares for real.

I'm sick of playing games
that I'll never win
because they give out the trophy
before they begin.

I'm sick of people saying I'm so cute
when the voices in my head scream otherwise.
I'm sick of girls smiling at me
then running off with other guys.

I've given up on fame.
I've given up on wealth.
Right now all I want is for someone
to love me enough
to save me from myself.

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