I feel a bit trapped
A little bit upset
A little touch self conscious
And a tiny bit obnoxious
I feel as if no one, truely, wants me around
Although they claim with a smile plastered on,
"Sure! This seat isn't taken!"
So I sit down, and tension arises
Nobody wanting to talk with me
Because everyone knows,
Start a conversation,
And I won't stop
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
