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Rant of an Angry Teenage Loser

Do you know me?
You see me everyday.
I might sit behind you in class,
Beside or in front,
But do you talk to me?
Do you even know who I am?
Would I be the last person on the planet
You would consider hanging around with?
Outside our class, School do you think of me?
Do you just think of me as some poor sad
Loner that needs your sympathy to function?
Or that I’m too big a bitch to be seen with?
Do you think you know how I live
In some homeless shelter or in a bin?
On in, yes it’s true, a house made of wood, brick and concrete?
You see me in my hand-me-down clothes
And judge me as poor, low-end middle class.
I probably never cross you mind,
Forgotten the moment I walk out the door.
The horrors, trials and tribulations of my past
Would not even cross your mind because you don’t care
So you just don’t ask.
But then again would I tell you if you did?
Would I trust you, who does not notice me
With me secret past?
Would you care if I told you?
Would you just pity me more, or throw it in my face
As if the knowledge would kill me if told?
Would you laugh about it with all of your friends?
Laugh about the poor loser’s pathetic sob story?
So no, I probably wouldn’t share world with you,
or anyone else.
Too terrible to burden your pretty little ears over I’m sure.
Do you care about the tortured soul that is my own?
Or for that matter do I care about yours?
Has your life been terrible?
Are there things you hide behind your smile too?
What goes through your mind when you’re alone?
Do I truly know anything about you?
As you may judge me, I also judge you.
Usually as some smug, stuck up snob
Who eats home cooked breakfasts every morning,
Complete with loving parents, younger siblings
And faithful Fido begging for scraps as you eat.
For all I know you could be worse off then I am
But just as you don’t care about my bombshell life,
I could care less about yours,
We don’t seem all that different anymore…
At least I don’t think so.
I feel better now.

Rant of an Angry Teenage Loser


Oshawa, Canada

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Artist's Description

This is a random Free verse poem I wrote when I was, let’s say less then immpressed by my classmates, enough said.



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