!flaminghate

No one understands my plight,
Even though my music's shit.

I don't know why I feel so sad,
Or why my poetry is so bad.

Is my purpose to annoy?
And am I a girl or a boy?

I don't know why I like roses,
But they help with my Myspace poses.

My family thinks I'm gay -_- I'm not,
But all my friends say going bi is hot.

My crotch-cling jeans are for to tight,
Future impotence will be a real fright.

But I don't care, I'll take that chance,
Whilst listening to My Chemical Romance.

Now I just want to cry and cry,
To my dignity I wave goodbye!

My Nintendo will comfort my despair,
As will greasy, effeminat hair.

I am sick of life, so cruel, so hectic.
Plus I'm borderline anorexic.

I am done, behold - my woe.

Peach_follows

lol.... Im laughing because this is super clever. Not because of your woe.
Theres was a point when you were posting like 4 poems a day. I used to read 'em all..

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