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I'm an Outsider

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oWilloWo

Published: Apr 26, 2009

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I'm an Outsider

I am an outsider,
I don't belong,
Because I'm different,
I must have done something wrong.

I am a poser,
I'm fake, you see,
Mainly because,
I don't want to be me.

I am a clown,
Inside and out,
I've been making people laugh,
To hide the pain that dares to shout.

I am a wannabe Head Honcho,
Who pretends to care,
Everyone must like me,
They always talk about me when I'm not there.

_{We are who we are,
So what does that make you?}

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Well, I haven't submitted something in a while. It might be a little long till I submit something decent. But, for now, this is what I've written. Random, yes. Different, yes.

Sort of a steriotype one, I guess. I don't really know. Like I said, it was random.

I am not a clown,
I am not a wannabe,
I am not a poser,
But I am an outsider in my own ways. Not that I mind.

It would be interesting if I were to challenge people to write a poem similar to this one, 3 things they're not, 1 thing they are, but I'm not forcing. If you want to, you can. If you don't want to, don't. If anyone does do this, I'd like to read it, so feel free to post a link.

P.S. I hope no one gets offended by this in anyway..

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daydreamer2247

Nov 26, 2012

Thanks for the peom

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