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  • Sadness

    stranger
    Places I'm so welcomed,
    Places I don't belong.
    So what happened to me,
    Tell me what went wrong.
    Wish I was a 'little teapot',
    And life could be so simple.
    But there's so much more,
    So much I can't deal with.
    Why do I have to be so differrent?
    Oh God, tell me why!
    I'd give anything to fit in,
    To feel at home - just for a while.

    I wish I wasn't different,
    I wish it wasn't so,
    But my life left me,
    Sometime, long ago.

    Now I'm just drifting...
    Drifting thru this foreign land.
    Drifting, Drifting, Drifting...
    Waiting for the end.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    mikereinard’s Poems (22)

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    here it comes again.... 1 06/25/2009
    rate this! 2 05/19/2009
    nothing 0 05/19/2009
    Lindsay 0 12/06/2008
    too late now 1 12/06/2008
    yourself 0 12/06/2008
    don't stop 0 12/06/2008
    mom and dad 0 12/05/2008
    duck, duck, goose 0 12/05/2008
    Alone 0 12/05/2008
    rain's a comin' 0 12/05/2008
    one more 0 11/21/2008
    close 1 11/21/2008
    stranger 0 11/21/2008
    look for the light 0 11/21/2008
    dreamin 0 11/21/2008
    the fork 0 11/21/2008
    even more 0 11/21/2008
    sing it out 0 11/21/2008
    crux 0 11/21/2008
    I never asked 1 11/21/2008
    none 0 11/21/2008
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