Friday, November 25, 2011

Two voice poem

I am a teachers worst nightmare

I am a teachers dream

I hang out with the cool kids
I hang out with the nerds.

I hate my parents
I love my parents.

I go to parties.
I never get invited to anything

I love what i do
I want to kill myself.

We are what we are, and what we are, is different.

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