Why Me?
Quiet whispers in the halls,
from there I hear my torture calls,
no matter what I say or do,
my words never can get through,
but people never stop, you see,
always looking down at me,
I guess it's fun to knock me down,
laugh at me there on the ground,
I need much help so I can rise,
through all your hate and despise,
to stay alive is a daily strife,
working through my wretched life
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A Few Sad Poems
PoetryThese are a few poems I wrote to express my emotion. I hope you enjoy them.