Freak

Freak

A Poem by dramamine

What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.

But I’m a loser, a self-assured abuser, a lonely user, fading to disappear.

I wish I was you.

On this tainted afternoon, broken glass reflects what I’ve become, if only this wasn’t true.

But I’m a freak, I don’t belong here.

You never noticed me, I don’t mind, sitting in my head contemplating this confusion.

I want you to see, diving deeper to the bottom of me, I’ll be whatever you want.

But I’m a creep, I don’t belong here.

You’re everything I am not, chosen to deceive the lie.

And I choke on delight, you’re making me want to die.

But I’m a geek, I don’t belong here.

Breathing to bleed, caught escaping through my dream.

While you’re sleeping on my bed of fear.  

I don’t belong here.

© 2015 dramamine


Author's Note

dramamine
Greatly inspired by the song Creep by Radiohead. Please let me know your thoughts.

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music truly inspires us and you have garnered some great inspiration from the music you listen to... i remember listening to this song and you capture the sentiments so very well...i love your use of broken glass here as it reflects the nature of our fractured selves - that which we sometimes become when we feel out of place...it also reflects the self-injurious nature we sometimes develop when we want to feel 'something ', 'anything'...and the image of being 'caught escaping through a dream' is a great one as we are moved to ask: are we catching ourselves or is some one else catching us? Perhaps truth is catching us!!!...as always, you write with rawness...great work, Twiggy!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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wow, it was really awesome sauce with sprinkles ^-^

Posted 8 Years Ago


I just love that first line!
Keep it up!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You write with such dark emotional undertones, I really like your work. In fact I would like to offer you a writing challenge, you have this angst style down pat but I would like to see you write a poem from a different prospective. Leave yourself out of the poem completely, write about the struggles of someone else. I can see your writing style being vary popular with the emo culture already, now to watch you grow beyond your own walls :~)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That's a great tune. Nice job on the poem.


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

music truly inspires us and you have garnered some great inspiration from the music you listen to... i remember listening to this song and you capture the sentiments so very well...i love your use of broken glass here as it reflects the nature of our fractured selves - that which we sometimes become when we feel out of place...it also reflects the self-injurious nature we sometimes develop when we want to feel 'something ', 'anything'...and the image of being 'caught escaping through a dream' is a great one as we are moved to ask: are we catching ourselves or is some one else catching us? Perhaps truth is catching us!!!...as always, you write with rawness...great work, Twiggy!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"You're everything i'm not".
I liked this one the most :)
Anyways, very well written. I've not listened to the song though, but surely i will.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think if my ex wrote poetry this would be his feelings in a poem. Especially "...While you're sleeping on my bed of fear."
Anyway, very nicely worded

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 12, 2015
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Tags: dark, poetry, life, death, hate, sad, freak, creep

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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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