Broken

.4.

Grace

"Okay class so I already chose my favorite poems! You all really surprised me. If I didn't chose yours that doesn't mean you're not good. I just chose the ones that touched me and made me feel the same emotion as the person who wrote it probably had." Mr.Tyron spoke. My hands are sweating of the nervousness. I'm really hoping he hated my poem with all of his guts.

"Rachel Come and read this poem" Mr.Tyron called out. Rachel stood up in front of all the class and started reading a poem that had by title 'You'. That poem was so cheesy yet lovely. Whoever wrote it must be so in love with his girlfriend. It basically explained how delicate the girl was and all that and I totally loved it.

"Okay Rachel. Now please say who wrote this poem." Mr.Tyron asked and when she found the name she was so surprised and made the 'aww' sound in silence.

"Chris" she said trying to hide the Fangirling in the inside.

I turned to look at Chris who had a massive smile that made so evident he was proud of his work. It doesn't surprise me at all that he made one of the best poems, Nor would surprise me if Jakob and Ethan's poems were in the list too, they're such good writers that for them, making a poem should be like making the grocery store list.

"Chris would you like to tell us what inspired you to write this poem?" Asked Mr.Tyron and Chris nodded making all the attention turn to him, including mine. He didn't seem nervous a bit, which doesn't surprise me at all; he must be used to having tons of attention on him.

"Well it's just basically about this girl I have been liking for so long, ages literally! And how I think she is. It's me describing her, not in an obvious way because I don't want her to know yet. And well I describe her as a porcelain doll because I think she's so beautiful and the most precious thing in the world and that's what makes her delicate" he said looking directly to Mr.Tyron. The room was soon filled by the sound of the 'Awww' that all the girls were making. Except for me. I just had a huge smile. That girl is so lucky to have someone like him over heels.

The class went on and on with people reading poems of others and then saying from who was the poem. I have to say that all of the poems I heard so far were amazing, but still Chris' poem gave me a special feeling. Jakob's and Ethan's poems were in the list as well, and they were honestly amazing, just how I expected them to be and even better.

"Now here's the last poem. I have to say I'm really surprise of the girl who wrote this because I never thought she could have this type of thoughts. This one is probably my favorite because i felt so many emotions when I was reading it. I'm gonna chose Chris to read this one because I think he's the one who will send chills to all of us" Mr.Tyron said. Well the poem has to be so good because he even gave an introduction and made Chris read it. Chris stood up from his seat next to me and made his way to the front of the class. He grabbed the paper from Mr.Tyron's hands and scanned it before he started reading it.

"Broken" Shit. That's my poem. Oh lord that's my poem. Shit. No. I looked to Mr.Tyron who was looking at me and then turned his eyes to Chris. I hid my face in my hands.

"Broken,
Oh she's broken
Deep in her eyes you could see
You could consider yourself lucky if she let you
Because deep in her eyes you could see the emotion
The emotion of how broken she is.

Behind her smile there was her tearing
She was broken,
Nevertheless, she wouldn't let anyone see.
She was broken but she considered herself strong
Though when she got home she would scream and cry
She thinks her life is wrong
She would lose in the try
Of being strong
Every time she failed
She would convince herself more of how broken she was
And how vulnerable the world thought she is.