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by The Disturbed Poet Jun 6, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I look at all of them Together Having fun And then at me Sitting alone in a corner How I wish to be one of them Laughing and having a good time But then I realize I will never be one of them One of the beautiful people I'm just my lonesome self But when I'm with you they don't matter All other thoughts fade away Theses just us Nothing more Just two teenagers making each other happy I look at us And see what I am This way its all good