A poem.



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Posted by CASSIE on January 24, 1999 at 23:38

Well, heck, sometimes I just can't stay away. I know I said I was going to but I figure I'll just ignore problem people. Besides I wrote a poem (not something I do much of) and thought some (most?) of you might enjoy it. Thanks, Dane, Lionheart, JayPee and everyone else who knows who is who! :) For those of you who want to know who I am, here it is:

CONTRASTS
I am different
I am happy
I am nothing like any girl I know.
My parents are not divorced
And I enjoy visiting them.

But not for too long.

I do not have an eating disorder and
I did not get pregnant before I graduated high school.
I don't smoke.
Drugs disgust me and men will never tell me who to do or be.
I am not concerned with my physical appearance
And I know that I am pretty.

I am different
But I am sick.
I make love to other women.
Spying on others arouses me sexually.
I am a peeper.
I am a monster.
I like to wet my pants.
Urinating on myself excites me sexually.
I sit in my own feces and play with my waste.
Friends and family would fear me if they knew what I am.
Sometimes I wet the bed on purpose
And masturbate in a puddle of my own urine.
Once I made love to two people at once.
I imagined us in clothing coated in our own waste.

I disgust myself.
I am a monster.
I am sick.
I am different.

I share personal details with total strangers.
I like people.
I do not judge others by their looks.
Racism, sexism and homophobia sicken me.
I am sensitive yet jaded
And I know what is real and what is imagined.
I treat everyone for who they are.
I never wake up angry.

I am happy.
I am different.

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