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School Days
Contributed by
BrokenXbyManyX
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Friday, 5th May 2006 @ 08:09:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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I walk in
Stares
"Hello, can I help you?" I think to myself.
Laughter, the usual jokes between the people of the school.
"Freak." I hear, either in my head or I'm in actual hell called reality.
Either way, I don't like it.
I sit down.
I'm hearing a song in my head to drown out the horrible looks.
Thinking of what I'm going to do after school.
Which is usually nothing.
I wish I could be like I used to be.
Happy, and all smiles.
It's fine until u set foot into this place.
Breathing suddenly turns rapid, heart starts racin, palms sweaty.
Literally makes you sick.
Maybe I can just see enough happy faces to get me through this day, u think 2 urself.
You come home.
Lay down.
Work.
Then you come back to hell on earth.
It's really a workout if you think about it.
No wonder I stay thin.
If I can just get through one more day, you say.
Just a couple more days of this place.
Just a few more days of the yelling, screaming, and beatings of every sort.
No big deal.
It's just school, right?
No biggy.
Being picked on, yelled at, all the pressure.
It's not a big deal, u keep trying to tell yourself.
Before you know it, the pressure keeps building up until finally you explode.
Then it's, "She's Crazy."
It's just school, not a big deal, just a few more days, piece of cake...
Pssh yeah right.
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Re: School Days
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by Drapes on
Friday, 5th May 2006 @ 08:51:46 PM AEST
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Wow. Definitley touching. You did a great job of creating a tone to this poem. And I can sort of see where you're coming from. Best wishes to you.
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Re: School Days
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by deadheadpoet on
Saturday, 6th May 2006 @ 10:22:26 AM AEST
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| Damn, school should never have to be this way. I was picked on in school for being a "freak" as well. I'm 41 and still get called a freak, and still get laughed at. People are rude and judgemental at times. I smile and flip 'em a peace sign. I homeschool my daughter, and what you describe is one of the reasons. Our schools are failing our kids, by letting this crap continue. Great conveyance of your world. I wish I could follow you through school one day. Mean people suck. Peace and hugs, Laura |
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Re: School Days
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by Aeris030388 on
Saturday, 13th May 2006 @ 02:54:38 AM AEST
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This touched something personal in me. My school life is still like this so I understand your pain. People call me a freak because I'm different but...I'd rather be a freak than be like them.
-Roxanne. |
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