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Poem Details
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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 ... |