He That Followed

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He That Followed

Post by Silver Diablo » Mon Dec 23, 2002 1:15 pm

This poem is about a kid at my school. He's in a couple of my classes. He hangs around the "popular crowd", and lets them just push him around like a rag doll. He's allowed to "hang out" with the sacrifice of his own dignity and humanity. They take advantage of him. It's so sad to watch. He's such a nice guy, such a pity to see it all wasted on the uncaring. They're so mean to him! It's so frustrating! I just want to yell at him. He would so easily be accepted somewhere else! Why does he put himself through all that pain, frustration, embarassment, degredation, and humiliation? (sorry... I'm rambling... on to the poem)







Anxious to please and to be accepted,

Or at least acknowledged,

He runs around, doing all the work

They were too lazy to do.



If only he knew that no matter what,

They won't accept him.

They mock him behind his back and dont care

If anyone can see their cruelty.



They don't know him in the slightest,

Nor does their conscience

Nag at them as they swipe his belongings

He unwittingly left out.



He's a human being, like anyone else,

Just starved for acceptance.

I don't know if he's aware of the rudeness

That he constantly sufferes from.



Does he know that someone is watching him?

That they see his pain?

I always see his eagerness to join the group

That'll never let him in.
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Post by Barbies are Evil » Mon Dec 23, 2002 1:18 pm

TJ[10:13 PM]: no not really..... it's all so.... like wow..... screw steps, you took a fuckin jet pack and strapped it on yourself and rocketed your way forward (thats my big bro)







And I'm going to extremes



Tomorrow I will change



And today won't mean a thing



I'm a bitch, I'm a tease



I'm a goddess on my knees



When you hurt, when you suffer



I'm your angel undercover



I've been numb, I'm revived



Can't say I'm not alive



You know I wouldn't want it any other way



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Re: He That Followed

Post by xxwhereisfredxx » Mon Dec 23, 2002 2:25 pm

thats a really good poem! i know a person just like that! why can't they just find ppl who WILL accept them!?!? it drives me nuts too! they're always pretending and GRRRrrrrrr lol
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If we did the things we are capable of, we would astound ourselves.

Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it.


You see things; and you say Why? But I dream things that never were; and I say Why not?

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