My Pain:
My other poems are happy and cheery,
I'm just feeling a bit down,
this is different,
they left me,
all alone,
I felt stranded,
abandoned,
Oh the times I've cried counted,
You'd be surprised how much a 12 year old girls thoughts count,
they mean something,
can't you see that?
Two times they left me!
It gets old the pain,
Just staying, not bothering to go away,
I put a fake smile on my face,
while in reality all I feel is sadness,
This doesn't even rhyme but it means something,
to me...
Bullied,
kicked,
punched,
hated,
I wish things would change,
the pain followed me,
Why can't it stop,
"STOP! CHANGE! WHY? DO I DESERVE THIS!"
My screams mean nothing to him,
or her,
or the cat,
dog,
nothing,
I'm 12,
a lonely gal,
with pain consuming her world,
Just put a fake smile on and try to ignore it,
God this is hard,
I think I feel better,
I suck at poetry!
