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Array ( [sid] => 19889 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => I Am X [time] => 2003-07-03 19:05:00 [hometext] => Being a bullying victim back when I was in school, this poem is about what goes through your head. [bodytext] => The halls, though only a few metres long
Seemed to stretch for miles, filled with the song
of bustling students getting ready for class
I kept my head bowed as I nervously walked past

I sat in a chair that was next to no one
I looked left and then right, this class was a slow one
I didn't put my hand up but all eyes stared
Cos of my imperfect clothes and imperfect hair

School days are good days or so they said
That's not what was running through my troubled head
I wanted to leave them and get out of sight
Nothing I did or said seemed to be right

When lunchtime came I'd sit in the corner
The obvious place for a misguided loner
At break times I'd pace around on my own
My hands in my pockets; alone, all alone

I'd try and make nice and say something wity
They would just laugh and revolt, to my pity
I may aswell have been nameless, just like in this text
I could have said to them, that my name was X
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 32 [informant] => wilder [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

I Am X

Contributed by wilder on Thursday, 3rd July 2003 @ 07:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

The halls, though only a few metres long
Seemed to stretch for miles, filled with the song
of bustling students getting ready for class
I kept my head bowed as I nervously walked past

I sat in a chair that was next to no one
I looked left and then right, this class was a slow one
I didn't put my hand up but all eyes stared
Cos of my imperfect clothes and imperfect hair

School days are good days or so they said
That's not what was running through my troubled head
I wanted to leave them and get out of sight
Nothing I did or said seemed to be right

When lunchtime came I'd sit in the corner
The obvious place for a misguided loner
At break times I'd pace around on my own
My hands in my pockets; alone, all alone

I'd try and make nice and say something wity
They would just laugh and revolt, to my pity
I may aswell have been nameless, just like in this text
I could have said to them, that my name was X

Copyright © wilder ... [ 2003-07-03 19:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: I Am X (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Thursday, 3rd July 2003 @ 07:22:46 PM AEST
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I remember those days, I never liked school
too harsh
Shari

Re: I Am X (User Rating: 1 )
by Crow on Thursday, 3rd July 2003 @ 08:16:53 PM AEST
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this is sad, i remember the "ugly duckling"
that turned out to be a beautiful swan. good work! Crow

Re: I Am X (User Rating: 1 )
by wild_heart_of_fire on Friday, 4th July 2003 @ 03:01:49 AM AEST
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this hits really close to home...thank you for sharing. may you have bright and sunny days from now until forever ends.

~*riki lynn*~

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