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[title] => It’s good to join in. Or is it?
[time] => 2004-07-05 15:04:34
[hometext] => I always seem to work my way into these circumstances. It’s so stupid, I never seem to learn to get away until it’s too late! There’s a lot more things that happened and i haven’t written about. I kind of thought it’s long enough. Lol.
[bodytext] => I feel good inside, Because I go round with you. But I’m not laughing inside, I’m just feeling blue. You muck about, And I join in. There’s no release let out, To keep a secret of your sins. … But I join in. Then more and more, I become your friends. Pulled down more, It never ends. But it’s good to fit in… Atmosphere’s change, The world twists. But this bad friendship, Still exists. And I lie for you, So you don’t take blame. ‘Coz I know if that happens, You’ll call me names. Act like it’s my fault, Because you NEVER change! But I know I need to fit in. So I lie for you, To cover your sins. So I’m with you, And you pick on this girl. I don’t want you to. You say I don’t rule your world. You pick on her. And she fights back. Good for her, You deserved a smack. Wait! Did I say that? No, it wasn’t me. Honestly! … Time skips by, I keep my gob shut. I don’t want a fight. Get more scars, more cuts. I keep my gob shut. But inside, it all hurts too much! But still I join in… I cover your sins. And so I’m accused, Of being like you. And so the begins… For other reasons I get picked on, When I’m not with you, Nothing gets done, ‘Coz they think I’m one of you. Only, I’m not. I just don’t wanna be alone. I’m not a bully! I didn’t want you to do it. But you still went ahead. Then you picked on me, For saying it. You made me feel like *****! And we both know there’s nothing I can do about it… That’s why you started, Wasn’t it? And so all of this! What does it mean? You’re twisted. Or maybe it’s me? I don’t know. I just know I NEVER see. Until my life, Comes crashing down on me! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 67 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => schoolproblems )
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