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[title] => I'd Like to introduce you to meII
[time] => 2003-06-11 07:25:00
[hometext] => This is not a sequel to the first "I'd like to introduce you to me", but more an edited version. i took out parts and added in parts. The beginning of the poem is the same, but i put on a different ending. so enjoy.
[bodytext] => My name is Lisa Marie Taylor Yea, my mom was an Elvis fan I don’t live in reality much I have my own fantasy land. I see more evil than I do good More darkness than I do light I don’t like daytime very well I fit in better at night I’m not a good church-going girl But I’m not in a Satanist cult. I am no longer a child But I’m not yet an adult. I am not a demon from hell But I’m not a saint. My light don’t shine brighter than anyone else’s But it is not extraordinarily faint. I am sometimes very confused I have 50 different answers to every question. I will not accept help from anyone I get angry at every suggestion. I have many scars all over my legs And some on my arms too. They’re scars I wish I didn’t have I wish I could undo. For I sometimes take knives to my skin I can account for every scar. And one day after many more cuts My body will match my heart. I am often haunted By flashbacks and memories Sometimes I see people that aren’t there People from my past that I don’t want to see. Sometimes I think I’m screwed up in the head I think I’m beyond repair. I am not happy most of the time For some reason I’m lost in despair. My brother’s suicidal, a druggie, and depressed My sister’s a drunk and a whore I don’t wanna take the same path that they did But this key in my hand seems to fit that door. I have enough friends to keep me going But they aren’t really friends with me. For if I had one wish, it would be For someone to know me truly. I am known to myself For sitting in dark corners to cry I am known by everyone else For being tough-never letting a tear escape my eye. For I know myself as insecure and lonely. Someone screaming for help to come. Everyone else sees me as the help The shoulder they can cry on. My grades are good, I haven’t been in trouble Many others see me as great. But I’m just a girl with a hidden past Concealing her anger and hate. So if you ever meet me Don’t be tricked like the rest of the crowd. Look into my eyes and know With every breath I scream out loud. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 25 [informant] => BlackFire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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