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There once was a girl from midtown
Who partied it up with the in-crowd
Was down with the night scene
Beside all the right teens
Was friends with intoxication
Got high, she’s on top of all the nations
Walks by and the boys are gawking
She and the captain got the whole school talking
Now I bet you wish you knew
Who she was, maybe wish it was you
Which isn’t true
‘Cause it was me, you know it’s true
Every party I was there
Count my bottles, I don’t care
I can relax; let me rest
Tell him for me I said yes
What’s-his-face and I are over
Hey, don’t hog that! Pass it over!
I was right there at the centre
Catching the eyes of the opposite gender
Like that one time when I was at Guelph
I always seem to find myself…
To find…to find myself…
I…can’t find myself…
I resign. I designed myself.
I remind myself, “my mind is fine
Just deny myself…
Then why…?” I ask myself
“Why am I inclined to lie?
To reply with eyes wide
I wasn’t by myself?
To lie through my teeth that I can’t be myself?
Why?”
And I just beat myself
- by OneWithDunamis |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/14/2009 |
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- Title: Look at me, no, me
- Artist: OneWithDunamis
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Description:
Was asked to write a poem on the theme of conformism vs self-identity. To be presented on stage by an actress.
Yes, this is also on deviantArt. Written by me. - Date: 03/14/2009
- Tags: look myself conformism self identity
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