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BITTER
Like the weed,
Like the seed of the lemon
I am bitter
From lack of love,
Lack of friendship,
Lack of attention paid to me.
Call me a b*tch.
Call me a whiny little whore.
I’ll still be bitter,
Because I feel
Romantically deprived,
Deprived of friendship,
Deprived of attention.
I don’t know why I feel these things,
Maybe it’s because I read too much,
And I get ideas of love and friends
Stuck in my head.
Maybe it’s because I daydream too much,
And I want to act out my dreams in real life,
But it cannot be done,
So I am bitter.
Maybe it’s because I watch too much TV,
Or I’m pressured by stereotypes,
Or maybe everyone else is so happy
And in like or in love
That I feel left out.
That’s probably it.
That’s probably why
I’m bitter.
THE WRONG WORDS
I want to speak
But the wrong words come out.
Wittiness is futile with me,
Long words just get tangled,
Clever jokes sound plain WRONG.
I want to ask you,
But I lost the words,
Somewhere back
In my brain’s file cabinet,
Labeled: DAYDREAMS.
I wish I could ask you out.
But I can’t.
You’re too aloof,
Too smart,
Too off in your own little file cabinet
Labeled: THINGS ALLYSON DOESN’T GET.
Of course I don’t get them.
They’re coming from you,
And most of what I think about when you talk to me
Is how to sound clever and smart.
This is the problem with having
The Complete Oxford English Dictionary
As a vocabulary.
You learn words,
Forget their meaning,
Use the wrong ones…
Fall into hell,
Over and over
And over again,
Until you can’t fall anymore
And are lost,
Lost inside
The Complete Oxford English Dictionary.
LOVE II
I see it all around me,
Between friends,
Between spouses,
Between boyfriends and girlfriends.
And I feel sad,
Because I don’t seem to feel it.
I don’t feel chills up my spine,
Or a warm, fuzzy feeling,
Nor do I see fireworks behind my eyelids,
Perhaps because I’ve never been kissed.
I don’t feel like I’m walking on air,
Nor do I feel like I’m flying when he looks at me.
Am I too young for real love?
Passion, perhaps, I AM too young for.
Love, no.
I am the perfect age for that.
Anyone can love…
Yet I feel nothing.
Mom says that love means being with someone
Who doesn’t make you think “What if?”
She says there are no “buts” in love.
I haven’t gotten there yet.
I’m not ready to die for anyone or anything yet,
Unless it was to save the world or mankind,
Or some superhero-ish thing like that.
Love. Someone tell me what it is…
So there you have it. I have just 3 things to say:
1. Why am I always the last one to know things?
2. Who saw OUAM on TV last night? I DID. Our production was better. There was NO MINSTREL! And almost no jester! *crycry*
3. Yesterday's poll is still going on. Comment on that entry with your responses. Don't forget to include what you'd go as.