Do I Belong?
by Angie A Guevara
Monday, May 12, 2003
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There is constant yelling,
fighting, horror, and pain.
Life is like a train off its rails,
or a crashing jet plain.
Adults may say they know what its like,
but they have no idea.
It is hard trying to be so perfect,
in a world that only accepts the best.
It is hard to be so beautiful,
in a world that only accepts supermodels
It is hard to be yourself,
in a world that only wants the perfect.
I am none of those things,
the things that people want,
I guess that is why I am an outcast.
The one that is alone.
There is one more thing I ask myself,
whenever I look into the mirror,
Do I belong?
Is there somewhere I do belong?
For now there isn't,
but someday there will be....
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|Reviewed by masood Aslami (Reader)
|4th line i believe you meant "plane" not "plain" is this correct, if not can you please correct me through email - Masood.a-.hotmail.com|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Hummm. If this world accepts the best, I fear what the worst is. [smiles]
This is a fine work. Bravo.