Death Walking

Different

I enter a room
And all those near
Run to the walls
And cower in fear

I dont understand
Whats wrong with me
Or whats wrong with them
But they never see

Im not to be feared
Im a 'normal' guy
That they fear me
I cant see why

Why am I feared
Why am I hated
What makes me different
Than that which is fated

Im a good guy
Im a nice guy
Im a sensitive guy
Im an angry guy

Poeple are rude
Poeple don't see
The things thay say
Do bad things to me

Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

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  • Arfa IrisArfa Iris (10/14/2011 2:42:00 AM)

    i agree with Dark Guardian............
    i dont any more words for the poems..........
    it touched my heart.....................

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  • Ti'Esha Jones (5/20/2010 8:01:00 PM)

    i think different ppl are the best most affective type of ppl

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  • Chidori StormChidori Storm (4/12/2010 8:06:00 AM)

    You aren't the only one who feels that no one understands you. People just don't realize, or even want to see, that people like you and me are as gentle and ever changing as the sea.

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  • Iron Panda 23™ (3/30/2010 2:05:00 PM)

    i loved differentness! ! (if thats even a word)
    i accept different.....my mom thinks im strange...? xP
    im told im weird...idk if that counts but its okio with me \^-^/....loll

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  • Girl Who Lives In Hell (3/29/2010 2:05:00 PM)

    I know how you feel. I have felt the same way. People just don't get what is right under their very nose.

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