This isn't really a poem.. but what i would like...
matt...

I don't want to be on this planet anymore.
all people call me is a stupid little w|-|0re...

2 children-
one the younger, one the older...

I don't even have to look in your eyes,
I can tell everything you say is all lies...

Why does she think of herself that way?
It kills me inside to see those tears in her eyes...

What is happening to our universe?
it seems as if everyone were in a slow moving...

You can point, laugh, and stare.
You can whisper, gossip, and not care...