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Crystal Rapp Poem
I am stuck in this institution;
Like it’s supposed to be a resolution.
Everything is in mute;
As if I had taken the forbidden fruit.
I didn’t do it, I swear!
As I’m placed into intensive care.
I have an awful stomachache.
Maybe I did make a mistake.
I always seemed to be lazy;
But that day I had gone crazy.
I Must have had a mental blocker.
I left bullet shots in the lockers.
It was quiet with bloodshed;
Then four kids dropped dead.
I was placed in handcuffs.
I guess that’s only fair enough.
The school massacre was spread worldwide.
I told the cops it was the voices; I lied.
Now I lay here all alone.
As I seem quite overgrown.
Copyright © Crystal Rapp | Year Posted 2010
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Crystal Rapp Poem
It is quite bizarre,
I don’t even know who they are.
I wonder if its an alert,
Because they never leave me unhurt.
They always make me think,
That is bad because then I rethink.
I think of things from the past.
Why must I get harassed?
I think its in my head,
Even after I bloodshed.
Voices tell me bad things that make me weak.
Like to kill someone so to speak.
I hear the voices off and on,
Espically at the break of dawn.
Its far from paradise,
I should just be there sacrifice.
They want me dead and whatnot.
All it takes is one gunshot.
They tell that here I don’t belong,
I wonder if what they tell me is right or wrong.
I will never be alone,
I will always hear their groan.
They appear out of a cloud of smoke;
I am serious, this is no joke.
So here I lay with bloodstain,
Literally I’m going to go insane.
And I have no other choice,
But to listen to their voice.
Copyright © Crystal Rapp | Year Posted 2010
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Crystal Rapp Poem
My heart was tore,
I didn’t care anymore.
That is until he found me,
For once I felt like a very important person.
I found my farmboy,
He is my pride and joy.
He would go the extra mile,
Just to see me smile.
I used to always feel really crappy.
Farmboy made my heart happy.
I finally found myself a man.
My friends; he is much better than.
So what if he is a bit taller?
I still wouldn’t trade him for a million-dollars.
He is so perfect in ever detail.
Am I living a fairy tale?
He is my Romeo.
I love him very so.
Farmboy has found more then his dream girl;
He has found his Countrygirl.
Copyright © Crystal Rapp | Year Posted 2010
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Crystal Rapp Poem
I can admit that my life is not perfect,
I do not always have the respect.
From mom and her beer,
And dad in a different hemisphere.
I always get lots of pity,
From people who are witty.
They think they understand,
But they only get second-hand.
In my life I am lost,
Like I am stuck in a holocaust.
And every ones against me,
And won’t leave me be.
When ever I open up,
I am told to shut up.
I can’t even tell how I feel,
Because there is to much to reveal.
I wonder why I was put here,
I’m far from a souvenir.
Even when I try to look,
Its always in the wrong book.
So if you have the nerve to tell me you know how I feel,
And say that my pain is no big deal.
I will never tell you yakkity-yak,
Mainly because I am a maniac.
Copyright © Crystal Rapp | Year Posted 2010
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Crystal Rapp Poem
The Real Me
I always seem to be the exclude.
Probably because I am never in the mood.
Why cant people just understand?
But I guess you cant get it firsthand.
I live in my own small world alone.
Like a dead dial tone.
No one can see the things I see.
Not just because I am carefree.
Maybe someday people will realize,
I don’t like to socialize.
I’m not the person you should admire.
My humanity is caught in barbed wire.
Some people say I’m ironic.
When simply I am moronic.
I am a little messed up, so what?
This is the real me like it or not.
Copyright © Crystal Rapp | Year Posted 2010
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