What am I ?
A lot of people like me
when I am alone with them
but they despise me
as soon any of their "real" friends are there
Is it "not done" to like me
does everyone hates me
so you can only be nice to me
when nobody sees you ?
Who am I ?
see it from my side
if I'm a friend
you shouldn't do it
What am I ?
just an object to use and drop
whenever you feel like
no importance at all
Maybe you don't see it like that
but when I'm so happy
because you're friendly to me
you shouldn't do the opposite 5 minutes later
What am I
Who am I
Who does really like me ?
when I am alone with them
but they despise me
as soon any of their "real" friends are there
Is it "not done" to like me
does everyone hates me
so you can only be nice to me
when nobody sees you ?
Who am I ?
see it from my side
if I'm a friend
you shouldn't do it
What am I ?
just an object to use and drop
whenever you feel like
no importance at all
Maybe you don't see it like that
but when I'm so happy
because you're friendly to me
you shouldn't do the opposite 5 minutes later
What am I
Who am I
Who does really like me ?
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| Knoopske: | Zaterdag, oktober 25, 2003 18:27 |
| I do too, because you're yourself, no stupid copy of it, but just yourself, and you write wonderful poèmes | |
| contrôle-freak: | Zaterdag, oktober 25, 2003 17:18 |
| I do, because you're on a quest for answers. Answers you can't answer, but you know - deep inside - they are there. So... The searching keeps you on this quest to find? yourself... (and you will FIND yourself, Dreary. O, yes!) *wink!* ;o)x |
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| Auteur: Dreary | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: klitty | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 oktober 2003 | ||
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