More old Poetry...

These ones are how I felt in highschool... UGH. Worst 4 years of my life so far, NOT an exaggeration. :)

August 2006
To Whom it May Concern
To whom it may concern,
... I know.
I know I'm not thin.
I'm not perfect.
I'm not gorgeous.
I don't own a lot of makeup and clothes.
I don't play sports.
I don't party.
I know I'm not popular.
I know I don't have good grades
or long blonde beautiful hair.
...I know.
I know what people say.
I know that they laugh,
and gossip,
and pretend.
I know that people hate-
even what thay don't understand.
Like me.
I have a heart too.
I hear.
I feel.
I hurt.
And it burns.
I have scars so deep,
a mask so real,
that no one can see the truth.
What they've done.
how much it cuts me.
To whom it may concern,
I know.
But do you?

September 2006
You Don't Know Me
Don't pretend like you know me.
You see me, hear me, think of me,
but you don't know me.
You see my hair;
hair that's not always clean or brushed;
hair that's not straightened flat to my head,
but is my original color.
You see my clothes;
clothes that aren't Abercrombie or American Eagle.
Clothes that were passed down
and are my own styles.
You hear my voice;
a voice that doesn't talk about
"f*cking getting sh*t drunk every f*cking weekend...dude."
a voice that doesn't "like, say like after like, every other like, word...like."
You hear a voice that doesn't talk much-
but when it does, it says what it means.
You think of my popularity;
the popularity that I don't have;
the friends I don't walk with in the hall,
dishing out the latest gossip;
the votes I don't get for Homecoming Queen.
You think about all of these things
and put them togetehr.
You make false accusations and judgments.
You think you can see all of this,
hear all of this,
and know me-
but you can't.
You've got to look a lot deeper than just the outside.
Just because I don't look like,
sound like,
or act like everyone else,
doesn't mean I'm not.
Just because I don't wear expensive clothes,
talk about ridiculous things,
gossip about my "friends,"
or get voted homecoming royalty,
doesn't mean I don't have a life.
It doesn't mean I don't have style or beauty on the inside.
It doesn't mean I'm not a person.
If you can't see who I really am
or know what I'm really like-
it's time to take a break.
Quit pretending you know me
and actually get to know me.