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(Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... i've shut the door, I'm wide open... anyone can see me, me, why are they looking at me, why? I'm shaking... why am I shaking? I've got to get to the gate, just there, ten feet, the gate. My shoes are untied, if I fall people will stare, I can't do them up though, someone will push me over, they will, i'll get mud on me, and people will stare! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.... i'm at the gate, still at the gate, someone is probably watching from their windows... why do people stare.. their eyes looking at you, as if your some form of entertainment. The walking Freak Show, that's me.. everyone stares... I have all the brand names, so why do people stare - other kids have brand names, i'm no different... my hair isn't Ginger, it's brown, i'm not overly tall. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.... i'm scared... someone is filming me. There's the Bus stop... 50 feet, I could run, but my lace is still untied. I'm going red, oh God, someone will call me a raspberry, i'm a freak, God, I hate myself... I could die here... I could and i'd be happy... people can stare at me all they want then, they won't see the fear in my eyes anymore. I hate people, they stare... like made-up zombies on the prowl for eye-candy... their stone-cold blue, brown and green eyes just reach into you and steal your soul, your confidence, your life. God, Oh God, oh God... i'm at the bus stop.... The bus is coming... i'll get on, sit at the back and no-one will turn round.... I'm on... Oh God, i've dropped a coin... I can' pick it up, i'll be embarassed, i'll fall over and people will call me a cheap-skate... i'm not cheap, I wear brand names, but still they might call it me... or even think it... silence speaks volumes, you know... Here you are a £2 coin that would be my lunch... have it as the bus fare.. as long as I don't have to bend down so people stare. God, it's too late... people are already staring... their eyes fixed on me like the eyes of a lioness on it's prey... maybe they'll pounce, I xould get beaten up... maybe I will... but I can't... because if I bleed, people will stare, they'll take away my confidence, my soul, my life. I'm down, sitting at the back. A person... good looking too... Don't sit next to me.... I might start fidgiting... I'm a freak. Kill Me. Okay... here's college, i'm in... there's loads of people, you only spot people you love in a crowd... no-one loves me, i'm a freak, people just stare... but hopefully the sea of Romeo and Juliets will pass me by, too busy engaged in their daily lip-wrestling... Oh, God! Oh God... breathe, breath. My shoe lace is still untied... it'll stay that way for a while now... I can't pick it up... a big cool kid will push me over when i'm doing it... on accident, he says, but it still happens, Oh God, Oh God.... I'm such a freak... I haven't said a word, and yet you know what i've said. You could write a detailled 5000 word essay of my thoughts in a minute of time.... It's like a war, where i'm the only person fighting... you might not get that, but you might. Oh God Oh God Oh God... I'm still alive, people are staring, that boy just looked at me... I'm scared of what he could be thinking, he might not like me... I want everyone to like me, but in reality, no-one knows me, i'm a lone-reed swaying in the foul winds of adolesence... someone kill me. God?)
Ummm...Good.
That's my work but it's not my thoughts... I was speaking to a loner from a college the other day, and what he told me was ten times worse.
Hope you found it interesting.
Hope you found it interesting.
(Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... i've shut the door, I'm wide open... anyone can see me, me, why are they looking at me, why? I'm shaking... why am I shaking? I've got to get to the gate, just there, ten feet, the gate. My shoes are untied, if I fall people will stare, I can't do them up though, someone will push me over, they will, i'll get mud on me, and people will stare! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.... i'm at the gate, still at the gate, someone is probably watching from their windows... why do people stare.. their eyes looking at you, as if your some form of entertainment. The walking Freak Show, that's me.. everyone stares... I have all the brand names, so why do people stare - other kids have brand names, i'm no different... my hair isn't Ginger, it's brown, i'm not overly tall. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.... i'm scared... someone is filming me. There's the Bus stop... 50 feet, I could run, but my lace is still untied. I'm going red, oh God, someone will call me a raspberry, i'm a freak, God, I hate myself... I could die here... I could and i'd be happy... people can stare at me all they want then, they won't see the fear in my eyes anymore. I hate people, they stare... like made-up zombies on the prowl for eye-candy... their stone-cold blue, brown and green eyes just reach into you and steal your soul, your confidence, your life. God, Oh God, oh God... i'm at the bus stop.... The bus is coming... i'll get on, sit at the back and no-one will turn round.... I'm on... Oh God, i've dropped a coin... I can' pick it up, i'll be embarassed, i'll fall over and people will call me a cheap-skate... i'm not cheap, I wear brand names, but still they might call it me... or even think it... silence speaks volumes, you know... Here you are a £2 coin that would be my lunch... have it as the bus fare.. as long as I don't have to bend down so people stare. God, it's too late... people are already staring... their eyes fixed on me like the eyes of a lioness on it's prey... maybe they'll pounce, I xould get beaten up... maybe I will... but I can't... because if I bleed, people will stare, they'll take away my confidence, my soul, my life. I'm down, sitting at the back. A person... good looking too... Don't sit next to me.... I might start fidgiting... I'm a freak. Kill Me. Okay... here's college, i'm in... there's loads of people, you only spot people you love in a crowd... no-one loves me, i'm a freak, people just stare... but hopefully the sea of Romeo and Juliets will pass me by, too busy engaged in their daily lip-wrestling... Oh, God! Oh God... breathe, breath. My shoe lace is still untied... it'll stay that way for a while now... I can't pick it up... a big cool kid will push me over when i'm doing it... on accident, he says, but it still happens, Oh God, Oh God.... I'm such a freak... I haven't said a word, and yet you know what i've said. You could write a detailled 5000 word essay of my thoughts in a minute of time.... It's like a war, where i'm the only person fighting... you might not get that, but you might. Oh God Oh God Oh God... I'm still alive, people are staring, that boy just looked at me... I'm scared of what he could be thinking, he might not like me... I want everyone to like me, but in reality, no-one knows me, i'm a lone-reed swaying in the foul winds of adolesence... someone kill me. God?)