I was planning on making this to a story...but I dont feel like it...too much work
I sighed as I heard another name that added to "The dictionary of names I've been called". Why am I taking these things to heart? I honestly don't know...I guess 15 years of it happening did the trick. " she wears the same clothes to school everyday" I hear someone say. HA! If they knew what I'm going through they wouldn't say that. Im the least cared for In the family, so I dont get as much clothes as my siblings. "CRUSTY MUSTY HER NECK IS DUSTY" I heard another voice say.
"Stupid little runt"
"She talks through a gap"
"Fake lying bucktooth beaver"
The names kept pouring and pouring. Why is this happening to me? Why must I be picked on? Why must I go through this pain day on and day forth? Why must I be this way? Why must I be bullied?
YOU ARE READING
depression DISCONTINUED
Poetryjust a set of poems I scribbled down when I could...not much of a writer DISCONTINUED
