Not Perfected

by Emily   Feb 26, 2005


She gets on the bus.
the kids stop and laugh
because shes not perfected
and shes not the best to them.

In first class
she falls asleep
wakes up to the bell
23 kick me signs on her back.

she goes into the girls bathroom
the girls in there snicker as she pass
but what the don't know is what she does behind the stall door.

she goes into her pocket
and pulls out her friend
The razor is sharp and new
to her its the most beautiful thing in the world

but that cut
was her last
to many red tears
made her collapse

all the kids that made her life like this
didn't even care
they said she was crazy
they said she most likely went to hell

but she went to the beautiful place
call it what you will
and everyone cared about her there.
so her scares disappeared.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Clown

    not your best, but good, and deep emotion is in this, 4/5 good job, keep writting.