I walk into school.
She's already there.
She's laughing with her friend,
And plaiting her hair.
She sees me come in.
Her smile fades.
Turns back to her friends.
And it lights up her face.
Too late.
In that one look I saw it all.
Ugly.
Fat.
Plain.
Friendless.
Strange.
Hideous.
Dumb.
Boring.
Weird.
Unloved.
I know what she thinks of me.
Too right I do.
That look says it all:
"I hate you"
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
