This isn't me

by aNti-reAliTy   Dec 18, 2005


While I sit in the middle of the classroon,
just string at the scribels
and writing that other kids left on the blank, white walls.
I'm bored out of my mind,
and I'm just biting my nails
until they bleed.
I have nothing else to do,
except not being myself.
The students are solving maht equations,
but everything sounds like a mumble of noise.
I wish we humans,
solve our problems like the equations.
How do I solve my problems like a math equation.
There is alwasy an answer,
but no not for my problems.
The only thing that goes on my mind is,this isnt me.
This really isnt me.
I am not the kind of a girl who wantes to go to school on the weekends.
I am not the kind of a girl,
who study for test until midnight.
I am not the kind of a girl,
who worries about homework.
I am not the kind of a girl,
who should be in the student council.
I am no the kind of a girl,
who should worry about what grades shes going to get on her report card.
These things arent me.
I know and understand that 'if it doesnt come from your heart, its not real. if it does come from your heart, its real.'
But i cant help it.
im trapped in this world.
This isnt me.
Ths really isnt me.

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