The unexpected

December 10, 2008
By Hillary Grabb, Gresham, OR

The Unexpected

Never would anyone guess it wasn’t me
Everyone was teasing me
The quiet one
Never bothering anyone
I would never stand up for myself
I broke
Tired of it
Cherry colored cheeks were the last straw
Terror stream’s down my face
They cant see the
Hurt
They have caused for me
I finally fight back
Glares are always present
They will never quit
Many times I have plead them to stop
They call me a crybaby
It makes it all worse
The pecking of the crows will never cease
I see the way you treat other quiet kids
Why will you never stop
The scar is permanent.


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on Aug. 7 2009 at 1:14 am
MorningStar15 DIAMOND, Orange, Vermont
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i agree w/ Fangz musta hurt a ton .... i know how you feel i didn't have 1 true friend until like 7th grade .... good poem loved it tons :)

on Aug. 6 2009 at 5:01 pm
Alexandra Graziano SILVER, Wilbraham, Massachusetts
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my favorite line is the one "the pecking crows will never cease" ... its powerful, sad, but unfortunately a true story for so many people :(

Fangz PLATINUM said...
on Jun. 15 2009 at 12:39 pm
Fangz PLATINUM, Ware, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
In necessariis unitas, in dubiis libertas, in omnibus caritas.

Ouch.


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