I'm not a deep guy.
I stare at things because they are things
With no particular reason or meaning.
I write stories and poems about stupid stuff.
Stuff that people don't give a damn about.
But to me they seem important they seem
as if they are the most important.
Maybe i'm weird, one of those "freaks" as everybody calls
them.
Out of the regular frame, my teacher had a long talk with me
because I argue all the time. Is it my falt that everybody
is so stupid and ignorance to see the world? Maybe for once
they can look at something outside of their unimportant,
selfish and miserable lives but they can not see it, they
don't realize how miserable they are, they are pathetic! But
if so how come they are so happy and can enjoy simple things
that I cannot find interest in.
I argued with a girl in my class. actually i was arguing and
She just stared at me with her huge blue eyes, she was
eating me inside looking, inside my soul only with her eyes
they got into me so far to a deepness I had never knew to a
place in my body that was a stranger to me like an
artifichel body part that the body just wants to push out. I
was amazed of her power so I asked her for advice I asked
her the million dollar question am I deep?
So i showed her one of my poems. she said not only am I not
deep but that im corney. I asked her if she can define
corney because I didn't really understood what she meant and
if I am corney I deserve to know at least what I am. She
said im stupid. That meaning I knew.

Maybe im weird, outsider, freak
I guess I am, 'cause im different, i'm "special" not noraml.