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Title: Here
Author: Kristen C
Date Submitted: 3/10/2010

 
Poem: sitting in the frame of a high white window
the people are so little; they don''t know they''re fake

I stay still now, I don''t exist now
they are painted all over in careful colors

I don''t like it here, it never changes enough
I never feel safe, and I don''t like it here

Picking through translators, turning down eyes
I can''t talk correctly when they cover their ears

so far away and freezing, I''m put together wrong
the people are plastic, and I''m stuck in twisting ties

I don''t like it here, and I''m cold all the time.
I can''t stop thinking, I can''t drown me out

keep closing my eyes, keep writing this down
the sounds get all bloody, and I do, I do too

I don''t like it here, the world is all fake
the walls scream too loud, and I never feel safe
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