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March 24, 2005

BST in BT

I hate more and more
With each drop of blood
That leaks out
From being stabbed too many times
When will it stop?
The torment, the put-downs
Not fitting in...anywhere
Begging to be accepted
But the more I try
The harder it seems
To exist...
I wish that I could
Shut them out
Put them out
Knock them out
But I can't
I am one against many
Weak in my solitude
While they are strong in numbers
They don't always
Do such nasty things
As to invoke the curse of God
It's just those many irritants
That keep rubbing me the wrong way
Till my mind has blistered
Bleeding tears
On my soul...

Posted by BlueWolf on March 24, 2005 11:18 PM