Everyday I go to school wishing you would forget about what they say i am. You don't know me or anything about my life. Why do you have to treat me like i am dirt. Does it make you feel good inside to see me get upset and cry. I may not be skinny or look the way you want me to look but that doesn't make me a retard, cow, hep-her, failure, or any other name you call me.No i am not popular and I don't have many friends and i am proud of how i am and I how I look. If you have a problem with me oh well you can just shove your little friends and your comments up your ass because i am sick of it. No i am not perfect and god forbid if I try to be your friend because its wrong. I don't need you or your stuck up friends telling me that i am fat because its not true. And yes I do wish I had more friends and looked better than I do but you need to get a major attitude check. One of these days your turn will come and I hope i will be there to see it happen because when it does i will be laughing my ass off when it does happen.
This poem is dedicated to my school and too everyone who hates me!!!!
