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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'm No Angel.
[time] => 2004-03-09 14:39:56
[hometext] => This is about today at school. i know i was bad, but thats what my schools like. i guess it's affected me, living with things for soo long! but if i do behave then i'm different and i hate being that person to get picked on!
[bodytext] => Dull sight, Comes to me, As I open my eyes from my sleep, I’ve over-slept again. I rub my eyes, As I look around, My cuts show, My broken life has been found. As it all comes back, All my thoughts and pain, I hold my head… I wish it would go away. And then I get up, To face it all again, To feel the heartache, That rips at me in its game. Ok, well school was all right, At first, But by the time I’d left my, Brain had burst. I went round in this group- I joined some hard kids, Because I’m sick of taking it. And they like me enough, So we vandalized the toilets, They set off the fire extinguisher, They played abit round with the fire alarm, And I gobbed on the ground, to try to look hard. But now I think about it, I know that it was wrong, It shouldn’t have happened, but it did, the damage is done. And I’d proberly do it again… because if I don’t, I’m the looser kid. That people hate, swear at and kick! We mucked around out the front, where we weren’t meant to go, Then the head saw us, so we ran… we broke these rules at lunch, because it’s easy, We know we can. Then they play fighted, doing stupid childish slaps, So I ran up, and pushed into one, it made her look like a prat! She fell out the door, landed, laughing out-side, Then loads of people starting staring at us, looking a me like she could have died. then when they'd all gone, all but 2, one of them made me snap. i felt angry, and used. i held her up, by her neck, held up her head, and spoke out, she'd be dead, if she said that again! she looked all shocked, that i'd answered back, i looked at her smiling, patted her on the back, told her i was joking, even though i weren't, but i hope i got her thinking, she musn't treat me like dirt! then in lesson, we got in trouble off miss, because we weren't working, we were play fighting instead. miss looked annoyed, as she told us to stop! so i said "shut up!" she looked at me, and made no fuss, so we carried on, until we just stopped. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 21 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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