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Pieces of Me.

Look at us,

We're not a family.

Look at my face

I'm not happy.

I'm going crazy.

Underneath this fake smile,

My emotions

Are running wild.

And with every day,

Everyone just seems to fade,

Farther away

To leave me alone

Isolated I stray.

Away, away...

Here I am again

I'm on the edge

Watch me swing

How long can I stay

In-between?

And I'm still

Playing the game

As I pick up

The broken

Pieces of Me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

that bitch ashlee simpson copied the name of my poem...i came up with it first...oh well its about a completely different thing then her song anyway...ok this poem is about my life over the past 6 months...yeah,.

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 3:13am
©12 July 2004 - 3:58am — kick.ass.lass
15 July 2004 - 11:12pm — Benjamin Bloomstine (not verified)
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Yeah family really sucks. People judge you on your family and that makes it even worse.