They are putting things in my head,
They judge me till I'm a shadow
Of everyone else's ideas instead;
They made me a shell so I'm hollow.
If I want to speak my mind,
They glare at me, discouragingly,
With their disapproving eyes
That follow ever so silently.
If I give off the wrong vibe
They won't talk to me ever again,
If I let anyone see me cry
They'll call me weak and laugh at my pain.
If I don't know the right answer
Or ask a known question,
They wouldn't falter;
Their laughter would be a lesson.
But all of this is what's put in my head,
I judge myself too harshly
And overthink everything I felt, did, and said
So that I'm left self-hurting.
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoesiaAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
