RANTS,RAVES

what is it they think when they look at me is it the uglyness that they see upon me is it my clothes on those days where i dress all in black what makes people look in wonder i want to be these people for that second for that moment when they stare deep into my eyes what makes them wonder about me when they whisper quietly to there freinds when i get away from them what makes these people laugh when my hair is not comb and my clothes are not matched and not pressed what makes them do things i think then i say to myself oh yea popularity is what makes these people do these things thats why i dont want to be them


	Homepage \| home STORYS \| POEMS \| RANTS,RAVES \| WHATEVER TELL ME ILL PUT IT RANTS,RAVES FREAK what is it they think when they look at me is it the uglyness that they see upon me is it my clothes on those days where i dress all in black what makes people look in wonder i want to be these people for that second for that moment when they stare deep into my eyes what makes them wonder about me when they whisper quietly to there freinds when i get away from them what makes these people laugh when my hair is not comb and my clothes are not matched and not pressed what makes them do things i think then i say to myself oh yea popularity is what makes these people do these things thats why i dont want to be them