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di luce What is so horribly wrong with me? What makes me so... inferior? Everybody looks down on me. I'm not crazy. I'm not being oversensitive. All of my peers look down on me. They praise my photography and sometimes my writing. But all I really want is to be a good role model. A leader. Somebody who people turn to when they need help. But that's not how it is. It's how I want it. But that's not how it is. People laugh at me for having "issues." People write me off as a child because I had a temper. Generally I am not believed. If I answer a question the answer is taken suspiciously and always confirmed with somebody more reliable. It's insulting. So I didn't become the head honcho. I did more good for the paper by making myself a free-agent. Is that not respectable? It's all about titles in this society, especially in high school. I'm fed up. I'm tired of the down-nosing, the words laced with double-meanings, and the condescending tones. I bite my tongue more than they know. If I treated my friends like I am treated perhaps they would feel some of my rage. 030225
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cube Some of us will never be well suited to the typical corporate existence. Nobody would dream of putting me in an upper management position and yet, as a free agent, I earn more than they could afford to pay anyway. I may not be good at office politics, I may even be a pain in the ass prima_donna, but when the shit hits the fan and the job absolutely MUST be done right now, guess who they call?

So, hone those skills that make you special and be thankful that they look at you a little strangely. You'll never be out of work...
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di luce thanks, Cube 030225
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unhinged be nice
be kind
be gentle


don't tell me i'm
talking out both sides of my mouth
and in the next breath
tell me
you are just looking out for me


that sorespot
is still too tender
for your finger
to be poking right on it
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