Odd One Out

April 9, 2009
By Katie McClain BRONZE, Mount Vernon, Ohio
Katie McClain BRONZE, Mount Vernon, Ohio
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Walking
Unaware of what people are saying
Not knowing the workds
They say
Like you're the only
Odd One Out
Black
Green
Skinny jeans
Messy hair
Two belts
Drawn on kicks
people point
Laugh
Stare
Whisper
Behind your back
Backstabbers
People say a lot
Of harmful things
You don't know
What to do
You go with it
You try to laugh
But inside you're crying
Tears that you try
So hard
To hold back
Just decide to fall
Right then
Right there
Why now
Why me
Why do I have to be the
Odd One Out
Why am i the one in
Black
Green
Skinny jeans
Messy hair
Two belts
Drawn on kicks
what do I do
what do I say
Nothing
There's nothing to
Do
Say
Nothing
Do I laugh along
Do I cry
No
I'll hide it inside
I wont cry

The author's comments:
This is about me and how I felt one day. Maybe there is someone else out there who can relate to this poem i wrote on that horrible day.

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