February 2, 2012
I see them whisper.
Watching their lip gloss smiles move.
Their eyes track me.
I’m the prey and they’re the predator.

Stares hurt.

When they spread,
an inscrutable feeling,
slowly creeps inside me.
Self control is the only the thing holding me back

Rumors hurt.

No friends to help.
I’m suffering alone.
Freaks won’t stop to say “hi”.
I’m the odd man out.

Enemies hurt.

I can see them whisper.
When they spread.
No friends to help.
Welcome to my vexatious life.

Just want to be inanimate.

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Timpani_Queen said...
Mar. 4, 2012 at 6:50 pm
I, of all people, hate rumors. I had some spread about me but they were snuffed quick because I have a temper. I loved it, write on!
EllieLMcDonald replied...
Mar. 6, 2012 at 2:36 pm
thank you so much much for liking my writing!!! this never happened to me before, but with bullying and stuff like that, i just wanted people to get a clear message why it's not nice. thank you and plz tell your friends about this!!! :))
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