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Dead Freak Angel
To see the life, she watches through the mirror
As allthe un-innocent watches in horror
She has shown what it is like to be not like another
Our own individuality can scare the most alike
We laugh at all the people that are the same to us
The people laugh at me because they think I'm a freak
Us Dead Angels, Are not
That's why the most unlikely of the same faught
When we all sleep, we dream of another
In another life in which is commonly decieved
Dead Freak Angel, Do you want to be like the rest
Left in the horrid none reality tradgedy
Her bleeding tears, Told the story
As my friend, Hope, mentioned up above, I know how this feels all to well. I've never written a poem that took on being a "freak" in terms on just dressing a certain way because it's such a broad subject and for those who know how it feels, you can sometimes get too caught up in emotion. But I feel you did it like a pro. You put feeling into it, yet stayed distant enough so that we could put ourselves in the picture. Very lovely.
This is a wonderful peice of literature, and I'm glad you shared it with all of us. I too know what it's like to be called a freak because of how I act, talk, and dress. Perhaps sometime you can come by my section of Post Poems and read some of mine. Again, thanks for sharing.
Michelle
I'm considered to be a freak at my school, and so is one of my best friends, Leigh. People judge others by what they look like, but they never think about their judgement from other people's point of views. They just don't think what they say will hurt or infuriate people, but it does. And they still have no clue.
hey. I know how you feel. Im a total freak... my parents are always saying 'would you go into a job lookin like THAT? with your freak green hair and those CLOTHES?' and im jut hanging round the mall. peoplesuck.