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It’s always the odd one out.
The quiet one.
The one with different ideas,
maybe not about violence,
but they just have to be different.

I don’t say a lot at all,
but I’m loud when I need to be.
I have friends,
but maybe not in one
particular class.
I may burst out in maniacal laughter
from time to time
because I found something funnier
than it should be…
but that doesn’t mean
I’m going to hurt you.

I’m just sitting here
doing my work,
am I not?
Like a good student.
I’m just trying to make friends,
be kind to others
because truthfully that’s who I am…
like one hell of a student.

You know how manipulative
psychopaths can be though.
If they really want something,
they sweet talk you into it,
and you’re just so absorbed in
being called darling and
eye-catching that you think
you realize their intentions
but you don’t.

It can go on forever…
They’ve been a student for as long as
you can remember.
Perhaps they’ve been fishing all this time.
Writing letters and poetry
with every bit of heart, brain power,
sweat, blood, sanity
just to worm their way
into your mind.

Taking the shift when
no one else would.
Staying for you.

They spin you around in a waltz,
and you just think you’re
seeing stars
but you’re just getting dizzier and dizzier.

That’s what a nice person
like me
does, right?
If I’m just sitting here
minding my own business,
silent as death,
no indication that I’m going to
do something,
helping others out of my own will,
offering different perspectives…
I guess I’m
gonna getcha!

A poem by Mimi (me)

Description

It’s always the odd one out.
The quiet one.
The one with different ideas,
maybe not about violence,
but they just have to be different.

I don’t say a lot at all,
but I’m loud when I need to be.
I have friends,
but maybe not in one
particular class.
I may burst out in maniacal laughter
from time to time
because I found something funnier
than it should be…
but that doesn’t mean
I’m going to hurt you.

I’m just sitting here
doing my work,
am I not?
Like a good student.
I’m just trying to make friends,
be kind to others
because truthfully that’s who I am…
like one hell of a student.

You know how manipulative
psychopaths can be though.
If they really want something,
they sweet talk you into it,
and you’re just so absorbed in
being called darling and
eye-catching that you think
you realize their intentions
but you don’t.

It can go on forever…
They’ve been a student for as long as
you can remember.
Perhaps they’ve been fishing all this time.
Writing letters and poetry
with every bit of heart, brain power,
sweat, blood, sanity
just to worm their way
into your mind.

Taking the shift when
no one else would.
Staying for you.

They spin you around in a waltz,
and you just think you’re
seeing stars
but you’re just getting dizzier and dizzier.

That’s what a nice person
like me
does, right?
If I’m just sitting here
minding my own business,
silent as death,
no indication that I’m going to
do something,
helping others out of my own will,
offering different perspectives…
I guess I’m
gonna getcha!

A poem by Mimi (me)