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I Noticed

Today was not the same
Everything was pushed in my face
And i hurt to see the shame
I noitced I'm different and barely ever speak
I noitced that i'm very mild and barely make a peep
I'm pushed out of the world, because of the way i act.
They dont want someone like me
They dont want someone who talks back
If I were to die today, would they remember?
Would they care?
Or would they act like it never happend
Like I just disenagrated into thin air.

Who is this 'they' I speak of you might ask.
Its the people who push me out.
Who mock the way I am.
Classmates, teachers and neighbors.
Children like girls and boys.
I am human
My emotions should not be toyed.
Black hearts and death wishes.
All the best to my enemies.
I wish you could see.
I wish you to hell
I wish you there.
By the power of three times three.
Hakeem Rahim 13 November 2007
By writing, you commune with yourself. When you write you acknowledge your own existence. Keep writing, because 'this 'they' ' that you 'speak of' is yourself. Keep writing AoD.
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