BRD

12th April 2009

I am always looking for a place,
     a place to fit in.
I need to go outside and call somewhere my home;
Do not tell me I’m an outcast and that I’m all alone.

Be really drab.
But running drearily.
Blood racing. Dumb.

Are you being ridiculous.
I hate the way I sit here bored.
The stupid voices that laugh.
A big racing heart.

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