Whatever

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I look like hell

It hurts

All your running around

.

You're happy to not notice

.

She makes you float like a feather

She makes you want

Her

and her perfect skin

.

Like I care

Whatever

.

I'm special

Perfect body

Beautiful soul

.

She’s an angel you couldn't control

You wanna belong to her

But you’re here

.

Weirdo, run to her

Run!

Run to her

Before you cry

.

I'm not in

If you’re out

.

I wish you the world, creep

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Author's Notes: Written for PViM's Found Poem Friday

Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems." -Academy of American of Poets (poets.org)