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Second to N(every)one
How does it feel to know that you
are merely second rate?
That no one likes you for yourself
Must make you feel great
Run away from prying eyes
that judge you constantly
The joke's on them, they'll never know
That what they truly see
Is their reflection on my soul
The shame of a life unwhole
Hey, this is really kewl poem. reminds me of some on my poetry. :) nicely put
-->The quiet ones ARE the crazy ones...<--
.:.amy.:.