She was just a girl.
eleven years old.
and it seamed she was alone in the world.
Which she thaught was an insecure place for her to be.
sometimes she was afraid of them.
The normal people.
But she was wrong to be.
Because they taught her.
It wasn't them.
It was me.
She came to realize, that they feared her more.
Like a spider trapped, under the fearful gaze of a child who's unsure.
Weather he should run screaming, into his muthers arms.
Or weather to stay and kill.
This child nether heeds the advice of a friend.
The advice of someone dear.
"He's more afraid of you, than you are of him."
They were like the spiders.
and she the deadly boot.
So she said to herself, "bee who you are, not who they want you to be."
It wasn't going to be easy.
She was different to them.
I wanted to be me.
I am just a girl.
fourteen years old.
Its taken me this long to achieve my goal.
But i had help.
From an unlikely source.
You were never afraid.
To you i was me.
Not some strange creature.
Someone who was different.
To you i was someone who smiled.
Someone who cared, had feelings.
And you made me work.
Towards my goal.
Until finally.
Yet just as i Decided to run.
We wun.
So hear i am now.
Ready to move on.
But happy.
Because i showed them.
And by the end of it all.
They know.
Before i leave.
I must say thank you to you.
Thanks to you
They know.
They know me.
Author notes
This is a poem i wrote about someone not fitting in, but fighting for what they believe in. In my case, it was fighting for the people at my mainstream school to see me as me and not a blind person.
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Comments
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I really know what this feels like. As you predicted, it made me cry. Lol xx
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i think that sounds better. not sure what i think of the last verse though
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I might republish this. instead of putting he's, i might change it to you's. that way it can refer to anyone it needs to be. Let me no what you all think!
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I know what this is about
I'm glad you stuck at it, unlike stupid little me running away at 11. It's good your happy now.
xxx
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