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I was always on the outside
Looking In Nobody wanted me to play with them They'd be so mean to me They'd make me cry I'd had enough of being my own best friend I didn't like School Why'd we have to learn with so many mean children So many bad teachers They chose that career They should know it requires alot of patience So they don't traumatize the children I was all alone The teachers didn't care They told me to ignore So why couldn't they ask the bullies to stay away from me They didn't know how it felt to be your Own Best Friend They'd sit happily and merily in the staffroom at lunchtime Have their lunch and a coffee or tea It wasn't right or fair They didn't even care how i felt inside God forgive them Now I am grown, but its still killing me inside Hurting me so bad I could cry All the time It was the worst memories ever Nobody knew how i felt inside I kept the abuse and torture to myself I could have got them sacked, but better i didn't I may feel guilty now I am just too nice i can't even though they deserved it They hurt me I wasn't their child even parents can get in trouble for hurting their kids So who are you To get away with this You just got lucky even though you don't deserve it You really do not Even deserve to substitute coz of an illness I'll feel scared even to look at you in person and i am grown Vote for this poem
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