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The words people say
A poem by me ^^ for the misfits

People call me names, they say I'm an idiot.
They don't like me. They think I'm a loser.
Can you tell me why, is there something wrong?
Have I committed a crime? Was there
a law of some sort that I did not know about that was broken?
was there some broken time?

They yell at me and tell me to shut up even though I
barely speak above a low whisper.
They yell at me for writing the
stories I love to read. They yell at me for my clothes
and my hair. Was there a law about clothes?
Am I not allowed to speak what I have to say?
Am I not freed?

They call us the misfits, the losers the geeks.
They say we have no friends to turn to
for sorrowful troubles.
This makes the unfair treatment go up
doubles.

Is that what people love to say? Is that what
is taught to us everyday? Why must we go
through such torcher? We have turned into
the morners. Being the geeks, the losers, the perfessional idiots,
nobodys.