No matter how hard we try, we fail to succeed. We feel the stress, whether we dress right
Today
Tomorrow
Everyday.
And no matter how hard we try, we still won't be accepted.
We are the outcasts.
Thigh gaps
Collar bones
Flawless hair
Beautiful faces.
They all surround us, so why can't we be a part of it?
Hey guys, so I hope you enjoyed that poem. This is how every one of my friends feel walking down the halls admiring all the beautiful girls with their flawless looks. I wrote this poem with the person that wrote the first poem. You guys, I know i can't say much, but you're all beautiful and I know I say that everytime but, life is too short to hate who you are. I love you guys! -SSFB
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Socially Exiled
PuisiThese are poems from high school students and how they feel judged, misunderstood, and unheard on a day to day basis in the dark abyss that we call high school.
