I'm stuck in a world
Where nothing make's sense,
Where friends are strange
And do not see me cry.
Where school is a place of
Torment and not of learning.
Nothings real, all is strange.
Nobody sees me cry.
A girl comes and teases me
And doesn't understand,
Soon I will be gone
And it will all be just a distant dream.
She is strange
And does not see me cry.
Adults try to tell me what to do
But nothing works.
They understand but not enough.
They are strange,
They see me cry
And try to help but can't.
Soon I will be gone
And it all will be just a distant dream.
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Poems from Strange Places
PoetryI wrote these poems when I was 15 years old; I was being bullied and needed a way to vent my emotional frustration. Other than being bullied I have never personally experienced any of these terrible things that have happened to so many innocent peop...
