I'm that girl who you see in the hallways
Walking in the hallways with her books pressed up to her chest,
Always. She hates book covers but uses them anyway because everyone else does
And she wants to fit in.
You both know in your hearts that she never will.
I'm that girl who you see in the hallways
Silently opening a locker door. Throwing books in and pulling a binder out
Leaving without saying a word. Who to talk to?
Who to loiter with? Loitering is against school rules and wastes time
But she wishes she could loiter anyway,
Because loitering is what you do
With your friends. Where are her friends?
She doesn't know. She says that she doesn't care. She tries so hard to not care.
She says to herself that schoolwork is more important
That she must work harder and harder and please her parents
That there is no time for social interactions. She distracts herself
With other things. Her excuse is that she has no time.
But she can't hide the truth from herself. She knows it
And closes her eyes.
Do you think about her?
You do not want to be her friend because she has a dull personality.
She's not cool. She's not hot. She's doesn't talk the way you do
She doesn't say the right things.
She's extremely friendly but she's just too immature.
You do not know, but she wants to change too. She tries to.
Failure.
I'm that girl who you see in the hallways
Always smiling, trying to hide the loneliness she feels.
It's not your fault that she can't make friends. It's hers.
I'm that girl who you see in the hallways
Who you see disappearing to her next class.
She doesn't contribute to the chatter of the hallways, nor does she approve of it.
But she knows that she doesn't really care about the rules at all.
Or does she? What is the truth? She doesn't know.
She's lost, and she tries to enjoy her solitude, and she tries to wander as if
It were all a game, and she tries to laugh and to smile at strangers
Like you, hoping that they might return the hello, but forbiding herself to hope anything
Telling herself to be quiet, to be independent, to not care or the pain will come again
I'm that girl.
Author notes
The first poem I've written about myself. I don't like writing about myself because I barely know myself. But I've figured a few things out.
A contest entry
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Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Some chance encounter may precipitate
H armony within while outside rules,
Y ears lost, the cost to combat stupid schools,
A re seen as superfluity, false gate.
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wow!!
wow im speechless... im only 13 too but man i wish i could write like u. and it is hard to be a teen specially when some people dont think ur "cool enough" and i say those people are pathetic it just makes them feel better about themselves
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Very good
THis is very good I know how that is I was like that when i was in school it seems like a hard spot to get out of but, Really it is not I got out of it but just putting myself out there. I hope see more good things of you.
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It seems like eveyone goes through this at one point of thier lives. It happens, but it will hopefull turn out okay, not soon but sometime soon
Even though this is your first poem about yourself I'm sure in some of the poems you've written, you've already shared a piece of yourself to the world.
This to me is more of a prose... than a poem. But still, it was wonderful. Deeply expressed and very full of emotion.
-Blanche
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This is very relatable to a lot of people when growing up/trying to find one's self. thanks for entering my contest.
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Sadly, I can relate extremely well to this. I know it seems hard now, but eventually you'll realize that it gets better and once you find who you really are or where you belong, you'll think "why did I even want to be like that?"
Sorry, just my opinion.
But anyway, this really lacked a lot of poetic devices. The structure of it was really odd and non-existant, and some of it was a bit cliche. Honestly, it would be soooo much better as a story. As a story, it's creative and deep and something a lot of people can relate to, but as a poem it's a bit bland. You should really consider turning this into a story. Thank you for entering, and good luck
Jeanette*~ -
Very good. I like how you're lost and quiet. Very good descriptions of like, opening your locker and the whole, lacking friends thing.
I'm sorry. That makes it sound that I like you being solitary. Oops. I mean like, I like how poetic you are in describing really benign things.
Good luck in the contest!
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