Bella was a homely child
She had few friends but many foes
Few would try to speak with her
Not one person listened to her woes
Bella was an odd young girl
With eyes that showed some age
She had no love for the bright lights
And wandered off backstage
She then became a teenager
With hormones, but no light
So she would tell herself in bed
That everything is alright
She keeps on growing up, that girl
Her eyes grow older still
She always thought of suicide
But never took the pill
Her grades were never honor roll
Though we all know she could have been
She's no god fearing young lady
But has no love either for satan
An ordinary child, and yet bizarre
To have no quirks or friends
She loves her life and its road
Though she takes few bends
They'd call her names and yell at her
You stupid dikey whore
They had little idea right then
That opened up a door
She's still alive today, you know
But sleeps on a hard bed
That's what happens in juvenile hall
When you're classmates wind up dead
Author notes
It doesn't really mean much.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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good
I don't understand how the end can surprise with the way the world spins these days. Be carefull the buttons you push for you may think you are pushing the self destruct but in actuality you are just pulling the trigger at yourself, and everyone pays in the end.
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you hit some odd parallels here, though you may not have meant to. *thinks*
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Yay!
The end surrised me a lot. But I fucking love it
I guess it's always the quiet ones, eh? Ah, revenge is sweet... And it's kind of creepy, because there are a few people in ConVal like that... 
Lovelovelovelovelove!!!!!!
Rosa
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! maybe, maybe not, but it was still good! (last stanza was great!)
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