Quite good...

My parents dont except me for whoh i am so i kinda can relate but i dont know your story

Love the last stanza...
I'm never good enough for my parents!
Good work! PROTEST!

This is another great example of the power of poetry. Even when we write on very personal levels we can relate to familiar themes and feelings 5/5

I really like the last stanza...great job and keep it up.

I really like the last stanza...great job and keep it up.

The last stanza was great.. although the second stanze u seemed to struggle on. I liked it lots.

The last stanza was great.. although the second stanze u seemed to struggle on. I liked it lots.

People can never change who someone really is

i like how you pointed this out in this poem

5/5

I like your poem, keep writting

People really should accept us for who we are because we're not going to change, especially our parents. Never be ashamed of who you are, stand tall and always keep your head up. Excellent job and good flow, the first stanza has a couple errors that you can fix. 5/5 GG23

Wow, Laura....you've told me a lot about yourself and this poem showed your hurt out in the open. I can relate to how you feel, but i wont say like other people say "i know the feeling" because really, we more than likely dont....I know how it feels to be an outcast and how it feels when the world wants you to change....but dont be so down my friend out there somewhere if not in your own hometown, is someone who will not only accept who you are, but embrace her....embrace you

Everything behind this poem was wonderful, but the flow between stanzas just wasn't there for me when I read it.

4/5.

It is great, this poem is unique and honest. It is simple but very powerful. Good message and topic is very well.
Excellently written, 5/5.

I love your style..
and your words.
keep it up!
xoxo

Beautifuly written, ur emotions truly shown through this. I loved how it feels like ur talking to society at the beganing, and ur really talking to ur family. I know how u feel, I feel like i am the black sheep of family, I feel as though I dont fit in with there shallow beleafs, except my mother. shes the only one who accepts me,

Aww, a touching and poignant piece. Keep it up
xox Greta