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    the whispers i hear behind my back
    when i walk by , that hidden laugh
    the stories and tales that people tell
    when none of them even know me that well
    the look in their eye when i confront them
    they deny everything, over and over again
    alone once again here i stand
    no one to comfort me and hold my hand
    to tell me everything will be alright
    to be there for me threw this painfull fight
    still the lies continue and i am left out
    i just wish i knew what this was all about
    if they would just give me a chance then they would all see
    i am not as bad as they've made me out to be

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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