by paulina.♥   Jun 9, 2005

You dress nothing like yourself.
Only like people you want to be.
Your taste in music is not the same.
You're doing it for the middle-school fame.

You are a poseur, a wannabe.
Don't belive it? You're blind, can't you see?
You're not like them.
You never will be.

Your attitude is preppy.
Your clothes are aswell.
Your taste in music is horrible.
But your poseur-ism continues to swell.

Stop lying to yourself.
Stop lying to others.
You're not like they are.
Stick with your preppy sisters and brothers.

[I found this poem when I was going through school supples. Yes, no more school!! Anyway, it must be from January... And it isn't one of my best.]


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  • 13 years ago

    by Darien

    I always thought it was spelled poser. Oh well, we Canadians are different, or maybe it's Americans.. or the British.. damnit we're all different.. in our own cool ways! woohoo ! i liked it .. :)
    <3 Darien

  • 13 years ago

    by Sarah Ann

    Good poem...I want to tell many people the same thing. great job. xxx