Your Poetry Dot Com - beat me, its called defeat

Array ( [sid] => 96480 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => beat me, its called defeat [time] => 2005-06-01 11:31:40 [hometext] => poor little rudolf [bodytext] => Here I am afraid to show,
my true self.
Afraid to be ridiculed for my glow.
Rudolf was an amazing foul.
His heart was warm,
fired soul.

So who am I?
A diseased mind?
A loser in your eyes?
I wont be down,
Just because of you lies.
I'll keep myself above the ground.
By my cheap highs.

Here I am again alone.
Help me to find,
a comfortable home.
One that we can share.
One I can call my own.

Kate Ecklund [comments] => 3 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 61 [informant] => suicidal_imbecile [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles ) Your Poetry Dot Com - beat me, its called defeat

beat me, its called defeat
Date: Wednesday, 1st June 2005 @ 11:31:40 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: suicidal_imbecile

Here I am afraid to show,
my true self.
Afraid to be ridiculed for my glow.
Rudolf was an amazing foul.
His heart was warm,
fired soul.

So who am I?
A diseased mind?
A loser in your eyes?
I wont be down,
Just because of you lies.
I'll keep myself above the ground.
By my cheap highs.

Here I am again alone.
Help me to find,
a comfortable home.
One that we can share.
One I can call my own.

Kate Ecklund

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