Fit In
My imperfect body,
My imperfect face.
What can I do,
To please this place?
I am shut out,
I feel all alone.
How can I fix this,
I'll never know.
I try so hard,
To fit in.
But I'm all alone,
My heart is a tin.
I'll never fit in,
I'll always hate.
But how can I,
Decide my fate?
Just be myself,
And fit in.
What I'll do,
Is a great sin.
To end my life,
And always be still.
Maybe then I'll fit in,
This is my will.
daydreamer23 commented on Fit In
08-20-2012
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Unreal | 0 | 07/11/2011 |
| Mask | 0 | 03/28/2011 |
| Found. | 2 | 11/30/2010 |
| Fit In | 1 | 10/01/2010 |
| Imaginary | 0 | 08/15/2010 |
| Destiny | 1 | 08/13/2010 |
| Empty | 2 | 04/04/2010 |
| Mental Warning | 0 | 04/02/2010 |
| Life | 0 | 04/02/2010 |
| Distance | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
| Keep going | 2 | 01/27/2009 |
| God's Tears? | 1 | 01/26/2009 |
| Heart | 3 | 01/25/2009 |
| Insane? | 7 | 01/25/2009 |
| A Game? | 9 | 01/24/2009 |
| Dead.... | 5 | 01/24/2009 |
| Death or Freedom? | 4 | 01/07/2009 |
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