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Sitting there, just thinking Watching, waiting, watching, waiting. People whir by, the people around her Laugh at something. Something not so Important, something not so funny. But they still laugh. Tagalong, call her. Tagalong. Just following. Just following a group, Just following as to not be alone. Just following as to not be alone, as to not be alone. Tagalong, second-string, not needed. Not needed, not needed, not wanted, not wanted. Like a shirt hanging it one of their closets-yes, yes a shirt. Not particularly liked, but still worn. Still worn, but easily. Easily, too easily. Easily given up. They don't care about that

Remember when that little girl... That little girl that isn't so little anymore? Remember when she used to block everything out? To hide from the arguments? To hide from the yelling? To hide from, what she thought, was torture? Did you ever wonder where she went, When she ran away into her mind? Did you ever wonder if she could get lost? Did you ever wonder if you would miss her? Well, where she went... that's easy enough to tell. She went to a quiet place, the forgotten place A place where the sun shone. A place where there were flowers, And those flowers cared more about her Then anyone in the "real" world did. As for the o

inferiority complex : n : a sense of personal inferiority arising from conflict between the desire to be noticed and the fear of being humiliated She was just another fourteen year old girl, caught up in self-pity, in self-anguish, in self-hate.  Everyone goes through it.  Went through it.  Is going through it.  Maybe? Maybe not.  Maybe she just could never believe she was different, even if it was her being different in a bad way. She had an older sister.  A picture of perfection? Maybe not to everyone, but that older sister had been to a poor little never-good-enough fourteen year old girl.  Pretty? Her sister was gorgeous. Smart? Try gen

I remember when I met him I thought "Just another guy that won't mean anything to me in the long run."  I guess I might have been wrong. Highschool hadn't been horrible for me.  Pretty bad, yeah, but I had a lot of friends and a lot of classes to keep me  occupied.  I met him through Lara, one of my first friends in the school.  She had a crush on him but soon got over it.  I didn't talk to him then, but I got his screen name. The next time I saw him I still didn't think much.  He gave me a hug, then ignored me.  But thats okay, it happens a lot.   He hugged me goodbye and smiled, but it didn't matter, I liked a different guy. In between t

There are a lot of stereotypes in the world.  I\'ll name a few of them... If you wear black you\'re a \"goth\".  You talk, or act differently you\'re a \"total punk!\" You do anything away from the norm, and you\'re a freak or a loser. None of these stereotypes are, by my standards, right. Sure, you can have your own ideas, but You can\'t tell me what I am. I\'ll address the first stereotype now. \"Goth.\" I\'m very firmiliar with this particular label.  I wear black, I listen to Manson.  But I\'m not a goth.  People see me, and people jump to a lot of conclusions.  Just because I dress in baggy pants and fishnet does not mean I\'m goth, and

Open your eyes Stare straight ahead Figure it out. I love you, And I wish you felt it. I wish you could Just figure it out. I care for you, And I guess I always will. Figure it out, Every time you fear I\'ll fear with you. Every time you bleed I\'ll bleed with you. Everytime you\'re alone, I\'ll feel it too. You\'ve always been there, The hand guiding me through, The light at the end of the tunnel. Now it\'s my turn to be there for you. Figure it out, Without you I wouldn\'t be alive. And I want return the favor, I wish I could. Figure it out, Every time you fear I\'ll fear with you. Every time you bleed I\'ll bleed wi

Walking blankly through the streets So many faces, my thoughs left behind I cant think, I cant sleep Me Isnt Me I don\'t know who I am But I know I\'m not Me I\'m not this blank, Im not like this. Me Isnt Me Sitting staring during class Just waiting for the bell to ring Where\'s the thought, where\'s the feeling? Me Isnt Me I don\'t react, I don\'t care That isn\'t how its supposed to be Me Isn\'t me.... I\'m not mechanical

You may not care I never have... You really shouldn\'t think of me I don\'t want your sympathy I\'m not crazy, not insane Don\'t think of me as anything The pain you\'ve inflicted doesn\'t matter At least it doesn\'t to me... So don\'t let it matter to you. For hurting you, I\'ll always be sorry And you should be so mad.... But please don\'t let it get in the way The only thing I\'ll ever ask Is of you, forget me not For I can never forget you