Dear Dairy, day 1

* written when i was in 6th grade*
Dear Dairy,

First day writing
in this stupid book,
Mom hopes to alter my
unique look,
Apparently i don't fit the lines,
a button in a pocket
full dimes,

Don't seem to fit in at all,
I'm clumsy and i tend to fall
down stairs and anything thats not flat,
And no I'm not retard so it's not that,
it's just i don't fit in,
Mom seems to think thats
a social sin,
Anti-social is not the way to go,
in her opinion
go with the flow,
But i don't want to be
a cookie cut,
I'm not a pedigree more of a mutt,
So this is it till
i find more of my life
got to go
P.S i know it doesn't sound right
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*Note: I read a poem about the past and i started going over my old stuff i actually found this poem in one of my old year books, the ones from middle school. I wrote this poems to make fun of my boring life. Hope you liked it.;)