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Array ( [sid] => 20709 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Girl Once Perfect [time] => 2003-07-20 05:35:00 [hometext] => youll find a twist at the end [bodytext] => standing afar,
from the tormented side,
holding her arms,
starting to cry.

front row tickets,
to the pointing and staring,
the laughing so loud,
the mocking, and jeering.

heart throbbing madly,
tears flowing steady,
legs are now shaking,
looking down, ready.

ready to run,
to a faraway place,
where people aren't cruel,
and dont laugh in her face.

legs now carrying her,
as fast as they can,
to a place so hidden,
where people understand.

understands what its like,
to be treated unfair,
because your clothes arent as cool,
and you dont have great hair.

she finds a near table
and collapses in a chair
puts her head in her hands,
and feels the cold air.

trying to hide,
she realizes is wrong,
for the place she once dreamt of,
was never there all along.

society's cruel,
and so are it's makers,
but she isnt afraid,
for her fear has no takers.

she rests in the dark,
and hates to think of what shes done,
our little miss perfect,
once was very wrong.

never looking to her future,
she now knows how it feels,
she once was the tormenter,
and now's the tormented. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 21 [informant] => InteruptedFate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Girl Once Perfect

Contributed by InteruptedFate on Sunday, 20th July 2003 @ 05:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

standing afar,
from the tormented side,
holding her arms,
starting to cry.

front row tickets,
to the pointing and staring,
the laughing so loud,
the mocking, and jeering.

heart throbbing madly,
tears flowing steady,
legs are now shaking,
looking down, ready.

ready to run,
to a faraway place,
where people aren't cruel,
and dont laugh in her face.

legs now carrying her,
as fast as they can,
to a place so hidden,
where people understand.

understands what its like,
to be treated unfair,
because your clothes arent as cool,
and you dont have great hair.

she finds a near table
and collapses in a chair
puts her head in her hands,
and feels the cold air.

trying to hide,
she realizes is wrong,
for the place she once dreamt of,
was never there all along.

society's cruel,
and so are it's makers,
but she isnt afraid,
for her fear has no takers.

she rests in the dark,
and hates to think of what shes done,
our little miss perfect,
once was very wrong.

never looking to her future,
she now knows how it feels,
she once was the tormenter,
and now's the tormented.

Copyright © InteruptedFate ... [ 2003-07-20 05:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Girl Once Perfect (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 20th July 2003 @ 09:21:47 AM AEST
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a good write..it is funny but once out of school the kids that were oh so great find they are like everyone else...
Shari

Re: Girl Once Perfect (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 20th July 2003 @ 01:05:19 PM AEST
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thought provoking and true to life.I really enjoyed this poem
michelle

Re: Girl Once Perfect (User Rating: 1 )
by stargazer on Sunday, 20th July 2003 @ 05:15:34 PM AEST
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Kids can be so incredibly cruel. I go to school, at a money controlled school and unless you have money and show it, you are frowned upon and not taken seriously. This is not how it should be. Because in the end, those that are tormented only become stronger and the tormentors lived with regret. That's not how life should be.

-Amy

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