The Ineffective Scarecrow
Perhaps he is sick of being a scarecrow
As I sometimes ache to be anything other than me
Now that I'm all dried up, like a squeezed orange
Like a swan on tenterhooks
Treading a path between broken dreams and ashes
The scarecrow wants to go back to being a stick
No more predators, loneliness, crows
With their constant cawing
He is sick of being a warning in the wind
He is sick of being one foot stuck in the dark
He dreams of being a spoke in St. Catherine's wheel
A moment of burning glory, then adieu
Of being a broom in Hitler's final bunker
Sweeping aside the bullets and swastikas
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
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Sick of Being Sick
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I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
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I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
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Sick And Tired
Im sick of pretending its all perfect
Tired of living a lie
Sick of loving you
Tired of the tears I cry
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Tired of getting nothing in return
Sick of all your other girls
Tired of being unable to learn
Im sick of running back to you
Tired of returning hurt
Sick of been laughed about
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Tired of being blue
Sick of thoughts about giving up
Tired of the stupid things I do
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So sick Im going do it
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I'm So Sick! (10/18/2009)
I'm so sick
of everyone wanting me to do everything
I'm so sick
of people massing with my heart.
I'm so sick
of just you being you.
I'm so sick
of the loneliness.
I'm so sick
of the pain.
I'm so sick
of people telling me what to eat and what not to eat.
I'm so sick
it killing me inside
i just want it to end
plz make it stop
I'm just so sick
of it all
plz stop it!
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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Love Sick For Mina...........
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Sicckk
sick of it..
im so sick of it
im sick of waking up in the morning.
im sick of you saying im nothing,
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poem by Cheylayna Bear
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Sick of…
Sick of the world
Sick of people acting like my friend
Sick of people talking behind my back
Sick of people playing games
Sick of people using me
Sick of worrying
Sick of fighting
Sick of being here
Sick of everything
poem by Tiffany Johnson
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Am I Askin 4 2much
am sick of people actin with me like a child
am sick of not letting me do wt i want
am sick of not letting me say my opinion
am sick every day and every moment
am sick of judging me wrong
am sick of every thing in my life
am sick of them controling me
am sick of selfish people who want me 4 there own good
i want some space i need 2 breath
i want 2 enjoy life with her every moment
i want 2 be able 2 do some misteak
i just want to get a life and be my self
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I'm Sick
I'm sick of thinking,
Because all I ever think about is you
I'm sick of dreaming,
Because all my dreams are about you
I'm sick of wishing,
Because those wishes will never come true
I'm sick of you,
Because you're all I ever think, dream, or wish about...♥
poem by Cali Stalin
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Perfection...Please!
im sick of pretending its all perfect, tired of living a lie; sick of loving you, tired of the tears i cry. im sick of giving you my love
tired of getting nothing in return; sick of all these other girl, tired of being unable to learn. im sick of running back to you tired of returning hurt; sick of your stupid act, tired of being treated like dirt
sick of living this life, tired of being blue,
sick of thoughts about giving up, tired of the stupid things i do to try to get close to you
why do you inflick so much pain, whydo you push me in the pouring rain. whydo you like to hurt me so mych juist let me be,
why is it that your doing this to me? im sick of it all
so sick im gonna do it; so tired of being stuck in this phase,
so sick, im ready to quit.
poem by Octavia Wilson
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Drive Away
I'm sick of this place
I'm sick of this time
And I'm sick of the dreams
That are driving me out of my mind
I'm sick of this town
And I'm sick of the wait
But what makes me sickest
Is counting the days
Until I can get in a car
With a full tank of gas
And drive as far as I can
Without looking back
To get out of this time zone
Out of this hole
I need to escape
Before I get too old
So I'm just running on dreams
About getting away
From all of this mess
That lasts day after day
Out of the state
That I can't seem to stand
Out of the life
That just keeps getting more bland
Looking at magazines
And hearing all of these tunes
Of the life that I'm leaving
I'm praying its soon
So I can run from the past
That just doesn't seem right
To pack up my bags
And drive all night
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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I’m Sick
I’m sick of life
I’m sick of its ways
I’m sick and tired
Of playin these games.
I’m sick of jobs
I’m sick of money
I’m sick and tired
N I’m not been funny
Im sick of emotions
Im sick of hope
Im sick and tired
This is the effect of dope.
poem by James Grayson
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Tired of living a lie
I 'Am sick of all the crying
I 'am sick of not knowing
I'am sick of not showing
I' am sick, of people
I'm sick of pretending is
all perfect.
Tired of living a lie
sick of loving you
Tired of the tear I cry
Sick of anger
Sick of pain in my heart
Sick of having to do this
Again.
Marisa Taylor
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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He Talk I Am Sick
Yes i am sick because i can not standing on the street call out customer.
Yes i am sick because i can not go to Hotel with any customer after work.
Yes i am sick because i do not from far away come to beg an other men be father for the kid without marriage.
Yes i am sick because i do not going with the man i do never know before go to any where his country to make memories.
Yes i am sick because i do not sell my body.
Yes i am sick because i do not send my nude pictures to any man exchange some things.
Yes i am sick because i am not cheap women
Yes i am sick because i can not sleep with any men.
Yes i am sick because i am have only one Heart.
Yes i am sick because i can not betray without this love.
Yes i am sick because i must to hold on any things insult from the man without reason.
Yes i am sick because i am alway talking the truth.
Yes i am sick because i can not do any things or talk any things when i want to do i want to talk.
Yes i am sick because i am stupid, i am real in Love.
Yes that it is reason i am Sick.
Angel Aki
poem by Ester Worter
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Sick and Tired
Im sick and tired of the lies you told me.
Sick and tired of what you want me to be.
Sick and tired of the way we live.
Sick and tired Im in such a dread.
Sick and tired I want to go to sleep.
Yea so sick and tired it makes me weak.
Sick and tired dont wanna be me.
Sick and tired of no harmony.
Day aftrer day you just come out and say...
'Tomorrow will be a better day'
Well Im sick and tired of that over used phrase.
So sick and tired of the way you dont change.
Sick and tired I wanna go home.
Oh so sick and tired dont know where I belong.
Sick and tired of not getting along.
So sick and tired, thats it, Im gone.
poem by Ebony Tesfay
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