Laughing at my Pain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I get teased a lot at school because of the way I look. You know, dark clothes, black eyeliner. But ever since I finished this poems, I just silently laugh at those who treat me badly. I hope that those of you reading this who get picked on at school have a little more confidence when you finish.

Submitted: April 19, 2008

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Submitted: April 19, 2008



What did I do to you?

Why do you treat me this way?

I didn't do anything wrong.

What can I say?

I'm sick of your crap

just please leave me be.

There's lots of stuff I go through

that you don't get to see.

I pity you, though,

because while you tease

my confidence grows higher

like the healthy flowers and trees.

So my poor, pathetic friend

how can I put this?

Your face fills me with terror

and your body smells of piss.

Your clothes can come close

to making me blind.

Your hair looks worse

than a hippo's behind.

Your mind is cosiderably smaller

than the size of a green pea.

Yet your stupidity is as vast

as the great blue sea.

And so, my poor, pathetic friend

please go burn in hell.

As long as you end up sad,

I'm wishing you well.

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