I contradict myself in everything I do, every poem I write, and every answer I give, They tell us our opinion matters. But, how can it if we live in a world that constantly changes? How can it when you feel like you are stuck in that world and you're always two steps behind the others? How can it when you feel like you're older, more mature, wiser, when you feel different from everyone around you? It matters because everyone's different in every way, shape, and form you can think of. Why should that limit us? We're all different. We shouldn't brought down because of it. Besides, doesn't being different, makes us all the same?
Poems by: Jessica and Aparupa
Cover by: CorkyPorky


19. Story

I read a story,

About a girl.

She was understood by no one,

Never to be trusted.


She made a mistake,

And the people laughed in her face.

How could they do that,

To someone whom they could barely relate?


They didn't know her,

Or how she felt.

They couldn't feel,

Her constant tears.


Their snide remarks,

Was like curiosity unquenched.

Never fully satisfied,

Until the very end.


Their loss turned into remembering.

Remembering turned to hatred.

Their hatred turned into a sad fate,

To which no one can relate.


I read a story about a girl,

Who no one even knew.

That girl,

Was ten times greater than you.

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