I remember
It didn't start then
but it began.
Grade five
ah, the age of innocence
when girls are beginning to notice that boys like
them
when the playground is filled with who likes who
gossip
when girls discover the words; catty, clique, and
BFF
I was the lone wolf
running all alone
weirdo
loser
crybaby
tomboy
the other wolves attacked
the pack wouldn't let me in
the alpha female made me cringe
rolling on my back to please her.
I believe part of it was jealousy
for my words
my thoughts
my actions
it played into Grade eight
graduation
validictorian
the coveted position
and my dream since I first knew how to write
then, conspiricy
still alone, though with fairweather friends
I was attacked again
the lone wolf demolished
and beaten
not one vote.
Now I run with my own pack
and howl together at a bloodthirsty moon
but still my classmates remind me,
of the time in grade five
when I kicked a boy
and ran and
hid
under
a
table.
A contest entry
- Desperation leaks through imaginary happiness... by Clinging-to-Life.
800 points, ended July 8, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Hm....Very strong in reminding people that even the harshest of criticism and ignorance, can be risen above.
I can definetely relate to this, except I was the shy one who would try to make jokes and/or have fun and have a decent convo, with no success of course
Im not sure if the ending sounds completely right for this piece...but then again, it could be a hidden message as well.
either way thank you for entering i aprpeciate it
best of luck
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