You called me perfect and then behind my back you said how much you wished that I would die
I tried to say hello and you just stared at me
and I walked on cautiously
attempting to escape those cold eyes
What have I ever done to you
What have I done for you to hate me so
When have I ever been less then kind to you
Why do you write my name on the walls
Why do you plot ways to make me fall
Why do you whispere and try so hard to make me cry as I pass you in the halls?
You called me a bitch and slut and a hoar
You ignored me and my friends and then you rhymed our names upon the bathroom doors
You never even gave me a chance
The moment I stepped in the door you hated me with all your heart and soul
I was voted prom queen and that very night you trashed my yard and mailed angry letters to me
You tripped me and then you pretended to accidently spill your lunch on me
I laugh and you mock me
I smile and you glare
You called me miss perfect and laughed at me everyday
Said that I was brainless
Said that because I was popular it must be because I paid people to be my friends
You called me insignificant
You and your friends always talked about how you were better then me
and how I would never see, how you were right and I was wrong
How I was conforming to stereotype and how I would never see the 'light'
But I am only being me
and I apologise if that includes laughing, wearing skirts and enjoying the color pink
having a beanie babie and trying out for homecoming queen while buying the latest fashiion magazine
But you didnt care at all
You yelled at me and called me every name under the sun
I couldnt defend myself so in the end I guess you won
and when I tried to kill myself you said it was because I couldnt handle the pressure of being something I was not
And that my life was not so bad and that I would never understand the horrible life you've had
How I would never know what it was like
to have to hide
and always feel like you could never be yourself
always feel like you're judged by someone else
I'm sorry if I've hurt you like that I guess I didnt realize
That the way that I am is such a threat to you,
and your way of life
I hope you feel justified
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USRNM: JadalaStar
A contest entry
- The Freak Show by Lady Eventide.
925 points, ended June 14, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Stereotypes by drama-queen12547.
900 points, ended July 20, 2007, 16 entries
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This is an incredible piece I loved everything about it, it's so hard to just be accepted by some people, really enjoyed the piece hope to read more of your work soon
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this is an incredible poem. such a magnificent work! wow, I like how you showed us thru detail how they mock for you being you and then say its so hard to be yourself and that you had no idea. reminds me of my high school days. great work!
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I wrote this one because I kept seeing all these poems on 'oh poor me, I'm the outcast...perfect people make my life horrible.." and thought I'd write one a bit more realistic, seeing as we are all human and therefore all fall subject to occasionaly judging other people...even the 'rejects'.
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this one was rather long and would look good in your diary, unless you want to pin it to her locker.
U owe me one.
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I wrote this one because I kept seeing all these poems on 'oh poor me, I'm the outcast...perfect people make my life horrible.." and thought I'd write one a bit more realistic, seeing as we are all human and therefore all fall subject to occasionaly judging other people...even the 'rejects'.
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Wow
Wow, just wow. I really do enjoy this poem. One of the best parts of this poem is the title and its some what ironic relationship to the subject of the poem. Your flow in the poem is superb and it rolls of a person's tongue very easily. The imagery used in the poem is also nice and I enjoy it greatly. Great write.
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Wow. Amazing. Finally, a poem from a different point of view. NOt that I'm annoyed with all the same ones, but this one is from the point of view of someone who is supposed to be perfect. I like how you had no specific scheme form wise. Just a few minor spelling mistakes that distract the reader.
"hoar" should be "whore" "fashiion" should be "fashion"
Otherwise and excellent poem! Good Job and Good Luck!
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wow, so sad.... but Great
This is the saddest thing i ever read ... i hope it is not true... in some way i can relate to this agony that you write about
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It is is, and its so true. There are of course people on both side whom are simply comforming but still there are those who are simply being themselves and maybe everyonce in a while we should consider that, I wrote this because I was reminded of when I was one of the outcasts and how my favorite past times was making those like the girl in the poem feel horrible because everytime I saw them I felt so insecure and everytime they whispered I expected it to be about me and then when I allowed myself to be myself and made friend with people from both worlds I realised its mostly just misunderstanding and that for the most part we simply expect the otherside to be that way without ever actualy stopping to find out.
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i didn't expect to get one from this POV...but you're right, people shouldn't judge, no matter the circumstances...i'm sure you are a really friendly person with a will to try and befriend everyone in school...still...there are people like the one they claimed you to be...
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Actually I'm not the girl in the poem but I felt the need to point out that it happens on both ends and that even the outcasts tends to judge other people and to stereotype them. Thank you for commenting.
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