I don't fit in here. I don't mesh with anyone. Amidst the basketballs and sneakers and tennis rackets, I am alone. The classmates look through me as though I am invisible; like I don't even exist. To them, I'm "not quite a guy," and to me I'm not quite a girl. So when they split into these two groups, I'm left in the middle wondering who to associate myself with. I try and fit myself into these boxes but no matter how hard I shove myself into this box I still can't get inside. Their piercing eyes cast glares that make my stomach churn and I wish so badly that I could just shrink inside myself but there is nowhere to go, no bathroom to sit in, no friend to hide behind, no way to escape this snarling pack of children and I'm here panicking, but no matter bad it gets I just sit there. Alone, in gym class. Waiting to get out of this hellhole and to be able to go to my lockeroom to change into me again. If I even know who that is.
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Really Pathetic Poems by a Really Pathetic Teenager
PoetryThe title is pretty self explanatory; just a bunch of bad poetry written by a bad poet. Tw; some of the topics in these poems may be triggering so read at your own risk.
