I was that girl that was "different."
I was at the end of all the jokes.
I was the one who they would point and laugh at.
I was the one that they would never take seriously.
I was the one that never said anything
for fear of being ridiculed.
I was the jokes, the cheap laugh, the nobody,
I was Everyones Jester.
Kindergarten
I had one friend.
She and I would always play house.
I would always try to play with the others,
but they didn't like me just because I had warts.
"Warthog!" they would chant across the lawn.
It was my 6th birthday!
A smile was all that could be seen on my face.
When my mother came into the school to bring my cake,
Joy ran into my mother and the cake fell.
I was crying because I wanted this say to be special!
My mother told me that it was alright,
so I blew out the candles along with my joy.
But at least Natalie and I could play together, forever.
First Grade
Natalie left the school.
I didn't have anyone to play with.
I tried to look cool and get a new hair style,
they made fun of it.
They wanted to know the answer to a test,
I told them to be quiet.
The teacher thought I was the one that cheated.
They told me, "Go outside.
Everyone has already left."
I went outside in the freezing snow.
Nothing but the faint whisper of the wind.
A tear filled my eye as I took the blame.
But at least I was a strong worker.
I always did what I was told.
Second Grade
I kept quiet, trying not to attract attention.
I began to slack off, shoving my work in the cubby.
I began to steal other people's belongings
because I could not afford what they had.
Joy, who's name must have been someone else's
for the only kind of joy she had was the kind she took,
was the leader of a pack of wolves.
They would gang up on me, and call me names.
She was the reason I cried at night.
My mother told me, "God will make it right."
This one time we told stories about the heat,
Joy came up to speak.
She said she was so hot that she took all of her clothes off.
I was disgusted, to say the least,
for she was not the skinniest person on the world.
But I could not because that she was not laughed at,
for if I were to have said that I would be cursed at.
But at least my favorite teacher was there,
she was the reason I showed up everyday.
Third Grade
Joy left the school.
I was so glad to see that the wolves
were just puppies when she was gone.
They said that she had threatened them,
that's why they were attacking me.
There was this girl named Kylie
Who was like the next Natalie.
She was so nice and so kind,
hopefully we could be friend until the end.
It was lunch; we started to spin the bottle.
I told them to be quiet, but then wouldn't.
We got in trouble and had to stay in for recess.
One said, "Why don't you go to a different school?"
They agreed and said yes.
I cried that night, just like all the rest.
But at least I had Kylie to play with.
Fourth Grade
Kylie left, just like Natalie.
How stupid of me.
I should have known better than to make friends.
This year I tried to ignore everybody else,
I would try to keep quiet,
But couldn't help but be lonely.
Whats this?
Something new?
People actually trying to be nice?
Maybe it's a trick,
but hopefully not.
I'll trust them, but not too much.
At least things are starting to look up.
Fifth Grade
Maybe this year with me something new,
I try to be happy and light of heart.
What's this someone with a crush?
He admitted that he liked me some,
but 5 minutes later he denied it.
But he gave me some gifts:
pictures of animals that I adored.
I think he gave them out of pity,
the pity should be on him you see.
At least I made some kind of progress,
and this year people actually said some kind words to me.
Even if they are true or not,
at least they tried, that's all that matters to me.
Sixth Grade
Last year of elementary school,
this is going to be the best!
I am the first to have to write a whole
dictionary page.
Maybe they will think I am cool,
or not.
I wrote a poem, it was supposed to be about real life.
I wrote a story about my teacher.
She was mean so I wrote the story.
But I would not be in class to tell it,
so I had Mallory present it.
They said I was mean and thought I would get in trouble.
But the teacher just shrugged her shoulders.
But I have made friends, not it my class, of course.
But all well, at least they are some kind of friends.
That is the end of my sad story,
For I have left that school entirely.
No more sadness, no more pain,
for the rest of the years were fun and games.
I told you this story for them to see
who's now laughing? Ha! It is me.
