Things started to get better 8th grade year.
I poured on tons of make up
and change everything about me.
I hoped they would love me,
but who knew what they were thinking?
I gathered a larger group of friends,
but were they really my friends?
A guy in my class began to like me
he asked me out one
but I denied him because I knew it must have been a lie
It must have been a fake plan
to make me fall down on my knees once again and collaspe.
Thes rest of the year was alright,
but I couldn't help but feel as if something in me had just died
YOU ARE READING
My story written out in poetry.
PoetryThis is my story for the past 5 years. It's written out in words, and is given to you. But don't worry about me and don't over exxagerate by what you read, because once you get to the last poem you'll realize that this is a bump in my life that I wi...
