Not Worst Then You
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Arrised before the crack of dawn
To my alarmclock tuned to the "Fallout Boys" song,
Mooping, weaping
Pondering, as well as sleeping
I get up, eat my cerial and go to school,
I wonder, "I'm I even cool?"
I go to class
I don't eat lunch
My locker is a mess
My teachers are such-!
People copy my answers and notes intead of doing their own
Sometimes i just wanna take a cone-!
My emotions is like space...I don't know why?
I'm neither goth,prep,geek nor nerd sigh
I'm stuck in the hallway waiting,
For minimal friends that I currently trust
Fellling sick of debating,
If this poem is a must!
Day after day hidding from my creapy stocker ex
I have 4 mods with him...that's not the bes'
He's cuban, dark and also short
On our first date, on his face I wrote ABBORT!
Fellin' goomy he asked me out again
I told him sorry, but no way man.
Being from Albainia, the laws there are strict
Were not even sopose to have sex until the age of...oh ya ZIP!
But I just sat there in my chair and pricked
My nice pink plum bottom red lip.
Mooping, weeping
Pondering and sleepy
I sit in class with a hot dreamy
Oh god no it's not my ex, he's so peemy,
But a new teen
Oh I wish you could see...
Sorry, but I dosed off there
He's like a God floating in the hevenly air.
On the last period of the day,
My friends and I sit there and stay,
We laugh, we talk, we have fun for a whole hour,
Then we part off, go home, untill I draw a cartoon about GayGuy which is hillarious and sour,
Until the next day or like Anie would say "Tommorow."
I arrise before the crack of sawn to the alarmclock tuned to this time the "every time we touch" song,
No longer sobbing, I get off my bed and get ready for school
And while catching the bus I see my friends await,
At that moment I realized
That I may not be cool, "so who's up for pool?"
I am certainly not worst then you!