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What am I doing here again?
The people are so strange,
So peculiar.
Asking me weird questions
That I can answer, only with offence
So I lie with that familiar fake smile
And go along my way.
And I complain everyday
About my woes
And my issues, to myself
Teen angst, or something.
Life is such a scary place
Without my best friend
It’s not the same in a strange land
And I miss my sister so much
And I’m all over the place
Such a procrastitute
‘Tomorrow’ is my favourite word
So are ‘spoon’, ‘fork’ and ‘moist’
I giggle as I say each one.
And smile, people stare
And I care
Not.
I blabber when I’m nervous
Sometimes I make jokes
Sometimes I wish I were like you
Then I change my mind
‘coz you can never be as random
As I
And I love it
That I’m friends with myself.
Now, I’m not schizo
Nor am I phrenic
All alone in my little world
That I escape to,
(sometimes)
Because I’ll get lost
And I may never come back.
Clicking away with my Nikon
My fav, next to my iPod
And I do a little jig when
No one’s looking
And I feel great
The wind against my face
When I twirl
In a circle
And I feel unconfined.
Sometimes I get that feeling
The one where I’m being watched
From a thousand miles
Even from a few feet
But I like it
The fact that someone’s watching
And I bask in the scrutiny
My thoughts are infinite
As they are extraordinary
And I don’t know where to end
In this web of nonsense
That I so easily exposed.
Now I’ve lost my trail of thought
And I think maybe I’ll just
Stop.
Lorikim Morris