Everyday they are waiting,
Ready to strike again,
Always trying something new.
What if it happened to you?
Everyday I feel them watching,
Feel the elbows in the hall,
Shoved into a locker,
Hit in the head with a ball.
Sometimes it's something simple,
Like blank stares wile I talk,
Or just ignoring me altogether,
Nobody understands,
This is me.
Moving was difficult,
Leaving friends and trying to start right,
Nobody tries out of fear,
Fear they will be next.
I try to fit in,
Then I realize,
They are wrong.
The names they call me,
They are all wrong.
The only names that fit me,
Are the ones that are true.
I stand up for myself,
Because this is me.
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Hi guys! This is another true one, most of these will be. I am an outcast, but I show it proudly! I am a dork, a weirdo, a nerd, but at least I have books, Doctor Who, and personality!
Thank you so much for the reads, votes, and comments!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My poetry Book
PoetryThis is filled with poems I made to entertain people. They are meant to be inspiring. Please do not take any of them, I worked hard on it. I am horrible at descriptions, but I guarantee that the poems are good.
