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Pissed Off Poems
I hate liars. I hate the word perfect. I hate pretending. I hate fake people.
Runaway From Here.
Runaway from here. This place called home. Go somewhere far away, Where the memories that this
Their fake smiles surround me. I’m on the outside looking in. Because I didn’t take wear the right clothes. Well I think its time to spread these wings.
Some say I’m a perfect ten. I’m going to be prom queen. That I’m Miss popular. I rule the school.
Get Over It
Your just time wasted to me, and that's all you'll ever be. So leave me alone and spare the guilt trip, I'm over it.
I need you more than anything, I'm scared on my own and i dont think i can make it.
I stand up just crying.. i feel your tear drops fall down too. You cannot tell your crying. They warm my body and tap
I lay here wondering How could i be so stupid? I've needed you all along. You left me for awhile though.
Its not supposed to be like this. Were just kids. But yet why is there so much hate? Why do we have so much tragedy?
Look in to my eyes, can you see what I've seen?
That girl in the corner alone and out of place. That girl well shes me. This place is school. Where nothing matters beside popularity.
I'm scared to look in the mirror. I'm scared to see what i've become. I've turned my whole life upside down, and right now nothing is going good for me.
Looking through the window back through time, seeing what i've been doing for the past years. I've seen why i got dumped, ANd i pray thatr i'll never do that again
She is miss teen queen. She is miss everything. I wish i was her, She has the guys,
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I hate liars.
I hate the word perfect.
I hate pretending.
I hate fake people.
I hate names.
I hate judging.
I hate the word skinny.
I hate the media.
I hate that you have to fit in to be normal.
I hate mirrors.
I hate this feeling called insecurity.
I hate being out of place.
I hate weight.
I hate food.
I hate sterotyping.
I hate hurtfulness.
I hate my body.
I hate many things.
But the thing i hate the most....