Dear quiet girl,
You sit in the back of the class,
praying your smart enough to pass,
You panic when forced to speak,
But worried they'll see you as weak,
Your face turning red,
Terrified of what you said,
You're stuttering and scared,
That brave face you bared,
You know, they see too,
That's not really you,
You weren't always this way,
Always effected by what they say,
Dear quiet girl,
They finally noticed you're gone,
They say it's quite odd,
They say it's so sad,
They say they feel bad,
They wish to reverse all they said,
They're the reason you're dead.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems and Such...
RandomThese are just little things that I've written through the years, some are sad and some are motivational. I don't care if they're grammatically incorrect or not (The person i'm referring to know's who they are). But, they are one hundred percent mi...
