Uniquely Stricken

Spending my time
doing the things
that others don't dare, and
seemingly I don't care what it brings

I make my buds laugh
at the stupid stuff
while others whisper
their words are like a cuff

I act like I don't care
"Do your worst"
I smirk to them
really my tears are to burst

I want to be my own
person, I shouldn't mind
that their words
are so unkind

It ticks me off
and something ticks
inside of me
that they're just pricks

Who am I?
They have no idea
So why does it bother me?
Why do I want to say "see ya"?

After all of the "fun"
I go home, lie to bed
and cry myself til I laugh
with my floating heart of lead

Kimberly Piet © 2008