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It seems like no one understands
What happens in my head
I almost wish that sometimes
The thoughts in there could be read

I think maybe Iím not normal
Never seen anyone the same
I can feel the people looking at me
As if itís me to blame

I may be slightly different
But the differences arenít that great
Theyíre definitely not big enough
To cause a feeling of hate

So why must you stop and stare
Iím not part of some zoo
Iím not the freak you think I am
In fact, I think youíll find thatís you

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The following comments are for "Different"
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to ~H~
There's a wistful feeling about the first stanzas that leads to that great last line. There's a sense of morbid irony in it and really uplifts the rest of the poem. Good job.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: July 7, 2002 )

This one reminds me of the sort of poetry I wrote as a teenaged mishap in my earlier years. Nice use of language and rhyme. Keep up the good work.

( Posted by: Bartleby [Member] On: December 27, 2002 )

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