Dear all those who whom I have met this year and hurt who have cried with me or cried against me. I know I can say I'm sorry but I'm not because if it wasn't that hell I went threw and the rest of us I would probaly still want to escape. And to all those bullies do you know how many times I cried? Do you know how many times I wished was a diffrent person. And to all those who hate me I don't care any more I could care less what they say about me now. And those who laughed along with them I gusse they don't have the guts to join in so the heck with them. Bit for all those who saw and did nothing. I hope they hurt deep inside for what they let happen for the tears they watched flow. I hope they cry in shame because gusse who is stronger now? And for all those teachers who scared me to death I he they are proud of thems selfs for makeing me this scared little girl I hope there happy for wanting me to fear them so badly they tore me to shreds. For all those at catholic I hope they know those teachers weren't good they treat you like there pets no matter how many times they say they care. And the students oh so they have mony well good for them but unlike them I can ask for want I want not be greedy. And for those consoulurs who judge I bet you have worse problems. And for those who made the last recipe of cutting homeschooling I he they see what they are doing to me they are makeing me more hurt inside no matter how many times I Sami
E and they say there proud of me that I'm so strong ha well you know what I'm tired of smiling on the out side because on the inside I'm scared. Because now your gonna put me back into this hell. I know it may be for just 2 hours but no matter what I'm terrified of those people judging blaming me my age and how I'm not actually soical. I'm social people I have firends I talk toehold what can't I stay quite.? Then I love how people in school say oh I heard she got out of school because she went emo. What the hell people? No that's not true and they know that I know who said that yet they act like they don't I'm not gonna explain like I did so many times my personality and looks because I'm not what they call me I'm me I'm normal I won't change I won't go back to that school. So as I sat that there and listend to those people thinking they know what's best for my I sit as replays go threw though my head and I realized they think I'm a shy little girl who loves her parents so much that she misses them well they haven't seen nothing yet. I know they probaly think I'll never grow up and go into society. I ready for that I'm not ready for bullies they are not me I'm glad my mom dad k ow this and fighting with me that I'm normal I'm me I know who I am I know I can do anything I know who I'm meant to be because after all I'm me.
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