I sit by myself in my room.
The air is looming with dread and doom.
I look out my window, and the sky is a bizarre shade of gray.
I have a feeling this is going to be a bad day.

I get to school and the teacher gives me a stern stare.
The kids are restless and hostile. At me they glare.
I sit down at my desk, pretending I don't care.

No one will speak to me.
Tears come to my eyes, and I turn my head so they won't see.
I try to say I'm sorry, but they won't listen.
I gulp and my eyes shine and glisten.

I'm getting choked up as I try to tell them I didn't mean to.
They roll their eyes and say,"save your breath, no one even likes you."
This sucks so much! I wish I knew what to do.

I used to have alot of friends,
But this fight is something time cannot mend.
I'm getting over it, slowly but surely.
I'm putting it in the past, it's old history.

But every now and then when I think of old times,
I have to blink away tears and swallow sobs.
Than I shake my head and bury myself within my rhymes.

By Kate
 
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