A Few Sad Poems

Why Me?

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