Not a OUATIM poem, but I wanted to post it, enjoy:
Tears.
Dark crimson tears starting to rain down,
Like the leafs do when it's getting cold,
And it is,
It's cold in me,
With blank eye's I look at the wall,
It's crying to,
Because of me,
Because of what I just did,
I ask myself what's wrong with me,
Why can't I be like everybody else,
I want to,
I really do,
But at the end I'll always stay me,
That crazy girl,
With crimson tears to spill.