Glares and looks of total disgust,
Are aimed at me, it is unjust
Something I have to face alone
Everyone avoids me in school
I have no friends, I'm far from cool
Into a corner, I am thrown
Reduced to tears, shed in silence,
Enduring the verbal violence
This terrible life is my own.
Thanks for reading my latest Nove Otto! C: I think I'm getting the hang of writing these.
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A Poet's Journey - CMWASL
ŞiirI've decided to take part in a poetry challenge hosted by @figgyfan and @Fox-Trot-9 where you choose one or two out of the three given forms of poetry, and write four of each form. All in a month. Repeat for several months to come. It starts on the...
