I love how everyone thinks she's just being annoying
How she's just being stupid
How she's just young and immature
But she greets me with a 'hello witch' every time she sees me
She glares at me
She gives me a snappy attitude
And I can't do anything
That's why I'm antisocial
I need to stay away and control my anger
They say I need to get out of my room but as soon as I leave it,
Insults are thrown at me
They tease me
And I just roll my eyes,
Ignore the oncoming tears,
Clench my fists til my palms almost bleed,
And walk right back into my room.
Some greetings aren't always welcoming....
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Poetry Shorts
Poetryum little short poems. nothing exciting. a bit emotional I suppose