It's about 5 AM.
Mom calls to me.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
I slowly crawl out of my bed.
Over to the bathroom, I stumble.
I really don't want to be awake.
I get my shower,
And get dressed slowly.
It's about 7 AM.
I fall the slush,
and my books get soaked.
They all laugh at me,
As I fall again,
Trying to stand up.
They laugh more,
And I am extremely embarrassed.
Boy, am I in
For a great, great day.
It's about 8 AM.
My classes have started.
News got around about my fall.
The ridicule goes on.
I guess this always happens to me.
An outcast.
Teacher tells me to answer the question.
I studder as I try to make out
The word chlorophyll.
They laugh some more,
But this is only the beginning.
It's about 10 AM.
I walk through the hallways.
I get slammed, and my face turns red.
Again with embarrassment,
And speckled with blood.
I cry inside,
But they can't know they won.
Dignity is flushed
From my pale, frail body.
Once again, they jeer.
Seeing the sadness in my eyes.
It's about 12 Noon.
Lunchtime.
My freetime.
I write poetry, and listen to music.
I'm away from the evil
Of my close minded peers.
I have forty five minutes
To be safe.
Soon,
I will be in hell again.
It's about 1 PM.
Class starts.
And I am dreading it.
I am picked on by the populars.
The plastics.
They think I'm weird cuz
I can't afford nice clothes.
Way to be judgmental.
They sit there with their plasticy glow.
Only 2 more hours until I'm home.
It's about 3 PM.
I'm on the bus.
Hair full of spitballs.
What else is new?
They take my stuff, and stomp on it.
And I wonder if this is really happening
To me?
Why me?
And I go home, and lay down
In hopes that someone will hear my crying.
It's about 4 PM.
I'm back in my heaven of music,
But this time,
I'm crying.
I look at the Tylenol.
"No," I think.
I know I'm stronger than that.
I listen closely to the lyrics,
And the rhythms.
So nicely intermingled together.
Wow, people are talented.
I paint, and I draw.
Not knowing I'm going to endure more harrassment.
It's about 7 PM.
Mom comes home from work.
She yells at me,
Tells me I'm worthless.
I know better than to yell back.
So I sit there,
And take it.
It's pretty terrible.
Dad sits there.
And enjoys the show.
It's about 9 PM.
I'm back in my room.
Lying there in my bed.
I cry myself to sleep,
Yet again.
Is this how all teenagers live?
If it is,
It's horrible.
Or is it because I am different?
It's all a life of cliques.
And terror.
Never knowing what's going to happen.
But this is my story.
Every one else has another horrifying,
And true tale.
Author notes
2) WRITE ABOUT LIVING AS A TEENAGER IN YOUR COUNTRY - you dont have to be a teenager, tell me about the struggles teenagers have to go through, tell me about a specific trouble or struggle or about the hardships that teenagers face in todays day and age.
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this is soooooooooo true...
this is soooooo true... the whole thing... thats almost exactly how i feel sometimes... -
i like how you said the cliques and those kinds of people are "the plastics". a good observation
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thats sad but your ap family is here for you if u ever need to talk im here. as for the poem its self great write amanzing emotions.
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beautifully written! the things you talk about in your poem are so true for a lot of teenagers, but i congradulate you for you ability to see things through to the end. good write
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Wow. This is so sad & heartbreaking but it's amazingly written. If you really go through this a lot I am so sorry, because it really sucks to live like that.
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this is an awesome poem, i hope this gets better for you and people stop bugging you, it was a vert good emotional drawn write and i loved it,
keep writing
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Oh wow.. I can't say that I personally go through anything even close to this but it's truly heartbreaking to know that you're treated in this way. I can't even imagine it.
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I'm amazed, I really havent read anything like this in my life, yes It's true every teen has a sad horrific story to tell, and no one else can because they havent seen it through your eyes. I really enjoyed this poem Keep up the good work and I'm looking forward to more.
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This is a good poem, and I like it. It really shows what it can be like to be an outcast in school without any friends. Thank you so much for your wonderful entry and good luck in my contest.
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awww, im sorry hun that sounds rough... But I do like this write
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that's really good...(sorry my comments suck...im trying though(
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so true
i mean i understand that. i never really got picked on as a little kid in middle school or much less now in high school, but i did get teased about my clothes.( i've always had a thing for vintage) and now that i look back on it, the way you wrote this really relates everything together in a couple of beautifully rhymed verses.
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thank you for the comment!
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sounds pretty familiar to me.
great job.
keep on writing.
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Wow, basically a summary of my life. I guess we have been going through the same stuff. Keep writing, i really love this peice.
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wow,
this is really sad.. ive never truly had this done to me.. no i'm not what you called a "plastic" i'm basically just me.. and ive always had friends..
this poem really puts teens in perspective..
like what they go through, how they feel..
how school affects them.
i luv it.
Cazza
xox
p.s. if u need 2 tlk im always here
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thank you for the comment! (and the applause hehe)
but the main point of this is to show how terrible a day is. and to those, like you, who don't go through this, can see what it's actually like..
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very true,alot of teenagers get this...it's just how the human mind works i guess...but anyway nice poem/1
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aw, sad but true, i really like this poem, just remember that you can choose how to feel, don't let others affect you the way they want, just remember you're the better person for not doing what they are, but this is a really good write! keep up the great work!
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sad and lonely
wow this is a sad story but we all go throw pain reather it's with boyfriends/girlfriends, or family, and friends thats just the way it is i hate it whe people laugh at me i fill like and outcast too and all sometimes but doesn't everybody sometime in there life i feel many things but i understand what ur going threw and if u ever want to talk i'm alway hear well most of the time anyway and all. hope u have a great day . . . .
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p.s. you are the only one who has power over the person you turn out to be, no one else, not even your parents. PROVE THEM WRONG!!!!!
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Thank you so much for this comment. I truly treasure your words. Thank you so much. They really did make me think.. Your words are very inspirational.
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I understand your pain very well. I wasnt picked on to this extreme, but I was picked on pretty badly. Kids can be harsh, most of those kids who make fun, are the kids who are insecure about themselves, they have to make others feel bad to feel good about themselves, it gives them control. There is nothing wrong with being different, have you heard the saying "you laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh you because you are all the same". Be yourself, be strong and stand up for who you are. No one can take your power away unless you let them. Hold your head up high and walk with pride. (then you can laugh at them at your 10 year reunion...) why? Because you will be successful and happy and even if they are successful, they will live in internal hell, remember, Karma's knife is double sided.
Great write, I appriciate the time you took to enter this contest and I hope that you will take my words to heart.
Good luck in the contest Poet.
Criss
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