THAT girl that sits at the back of the class,
You know the one.
THE Freak who never speaks,
But always has the answer.
THAT Freak who doodles prostitutes in HER math book
THE one who's music you can hear for miles
THAT crazy chic with rasp of a smoker
And eyes that'll break you to bits
THAT sketch who somehow has high grades
THE one who snorts Ritalin in the bathroom
And stays awake in the night
SHE'LL **** you with words before weapons
THE insane one with piercings down her spine;
Has HER masters in Mind over Matter
As the scars on HER arms will attest
SHE can't feel anything.
That word SHE hears,
FREAK,
SHE doesn't ever reject it.
SHE.
EMBRACES.
IT.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
THAT girl that sits at the back of the class,
You know the one.
THE Freak who never speaks,
But always has the answer.
THAT Freak who doodles prostitutes in HER math book
THE one who's music you can hear for miles
THAT crazy chic with rasp of a smoker
And eyes that'll break you to bits
THAT sketch who somehow has high grades
THE one who snorts Ritalin in the bathroom
And stays awake in the night
SHE'LL **** you with words before weapons
THE insane one with piercings down her spine;
Has HER masters in Mind over Matter
As the scars on HER arms will attest
SHE can't feel anything.
That word SHE hears,
FREAK,
SHE doesn't ever reject it.
SHE.
EMBRACES.
IT.
-THAT Freak
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