The sun rose on a warm, breezy day
Staining a girl's room with rosy rays
She opened her eyes
To the sound of an alarm being played
She hauled out of bed
Threw on her clothes
And hurried downstairs
To a pesky brother, who didn't care
The family didn't know the girl as they thought
She was a normal in their eyes
But behind that smile was a lie
A lie that cut so deep
She decided to skip breakfast
And went to the station
Where she got on her bus
Her bus that led to hell
To hell she went
And the first thing that happened was the torture
They laughed at her face and laughed at her clothes
They laughed and laughed and laughed some more
But she didn't mind, she thought she was saving someone else the trouble
But that was also a lie
She relished the pain
They eagerly gave away
The bell sounds off through the halls
Her shoes not making sounds at all
She went to her class
And the day in hell begins
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The Poemy Life Of A Teenage Girl
Non-FictionA below average teenage girl decides to write how she feels in poems. For better or for worse, this life for her is a curse.
