Freak

I know what it's like to be alone.

I am a freak

that's all I am

and you don't care

why how or when

 

If I cry

you laugh at me

if I died

you wouldn't care

 

I hide in my books

in other worlds

where you'll never reach me

because you're trapped here

 

Because there

I'm a hero

and you

are not

 

You

are the villain

with evil words

and stinging spells

 

In my own little world

it doesn't matter

what I wear

or how I talk

 

All that matters

is who I chose to be

I have heroic values

the ones you'll never see

 

If I cry myself to sleep

it's only one more day

someday I'll be happy

someday, I'll be free

 

And then

I will be sorry

because of what you've done

you were so focused on what I wore

you forgot to sit back and have fun

 

God, what's wrong with you?

What's so great about fitting in?

Failing school 

and w***e-like clothes

is that what's worth my tears? 

 

What did I ever do to you?

Was it worth what you've done to me?

If I screamed ''I'm sorry''

would you only laugh again?

 

So now I only pray

to the God you think you don't need

that you get the help

to forget your creed

 

Damn your uniformity!

Damn it to the stars

Damn the one thing I can't have

 

...The thing we've always wanted...

Author's Note

I know, it's a disaster, but I just needed to vent. It's cool if you ignore this.

Reviews

[J.Black]

"God, what's wrong with you?

What's so great about fitting in?

Failing school

and w***e-like clothes

is that what's worth my tears? "

I love this rant you have, it simply shows that you are one strong person and you wont take crap from no one. This is your book and you'll write it how you want too.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

This may speak of disaster but it speaks of it quite poetically well. I liked it.

Sal

[Spoken]

And then

I will be sorry (is it supposed to me "YOU will be sorry"?)
because of what you've done
you were so focused on what I wore
you forgot to sit back and have fun

you make some great strong points.... "is that what's worth my tears?" this line jumped out at me. Made me see a different view... Your tears/feelings are of value and should not be wasted on things that are unworthy.. very wise. There's always that "one thing" we can't have. I actually wrote a poem relating to that "one thing". Called A Party of Chance and Change. It's a bit abstract and a lot like a dream sequence.

anyway, I'm going ADD....not here to pitch my poem only to praise yours. Wonderful wonderful write, strongly felt emotional vent.

[O. Ragnarok]

Venbting is good for the soul. This was a little "all-over-the-place", though. From an artistic point of view, this could easily have been two seperate works. The first, dealing with how writing is a retreat from whoever is causing you pain, whereas the second would deal with the person, themselves. But that's only my opinion. I think you'd need more material for both, anyway. As it stands, a very poetic gesture, I only wish I could put a bit more of myself into my stuff, like you did here.