MY POETRY BOOK

people

Bekkah doesn't like me
I am her worst nightmare
I am her worst fear
People
We don't understand them
We fear them
We fear them because of their hurtful words
They stab our hearts like a broken glass pain
Pain is all I make her feel
She tells me to leave
I do, but I always come back
She can't get rid of me No matter what
No matter what she does
I always come back
Social
Not bekkah, she barely talks
She never raises her hand in class
She has a fear of being wrong eventhough the teachers say
'You can learn from your mistakes'
She doesnt belive them
She trusts them
But she doesnt belive them
Only a few know why she is so quiet
She says she doesnt care what she looks like
But she secretly does
She sits infront of a mirror trying to fix herself
She also sits infront of that mirror and compares herself to the people who are more beautiful
The ones who are better
The ones who are nicer
She uses distractions never really wanting people to ask how shes doing
She doesnt want that mask to break
She wants to stay hidden
She wonders if she talks about the things that bother her to her classmates
If she reads her poems infront of the class
Maybe they will treat her differently
Maybe some people will actually open up and talk to people
Or maybe they will bully her more
Maybe
Maybe she is getting to far ahead of herself
Maybe they don't even pay any attention to her
Maybe they'll go on with their day in a normal way
Maybe
She asks herself alot of what if questions
What if she actually had some confidence
What if she had the beautiful features a model has
What if she was smarter
What if she had the courage to actually talk to her crush
These questions float inside her head
She can't sleep
She lies in bed
Thinking about what she has done up until this point
And what she did wrong
She continues to wait and think until her questions are answered
Waiting for the day she isn't scared of the people on the other side of the school doors