At School

by Silence   Aug 8, 2005


They whisper and stare,
gossip and squeal,
Can't escape the little brat's glare.

As if I am not real,
I try and disapppear,
why can't they just let me heal,
ducking around corners in terrified fear.

Crying alone behind a wall,
staring at the floor alone,
yelping as i fall,
they tell the teacher's im accident prone.

But it's not true, you see,
They lie and cheat and make fun of me.

Led by her,
they said I was a freak,
Led by her,
they called me a geek.

No one cares,
No one hears,
tripping down stairs,
watching in fear.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Sarah Mirabile

    Sory to hear that. I'm the same way I don't have any friends. But my teachers make up for them they never et me down that's why I want to be a teacher!

  • 18 years ago

    by >>Christii

    Sad. One of my friends is treated like that sometimes by the Preps at my school. I think it's horrible...