Leave me alone, stop talking about me, stop it!!! This is what I always think in my head. People always call me that like they have a free pass so they can talk about everyone they can. People that push me around and treat Me like dirt do not deserve everything.
The only thing they should have is a taste of there own medicine.
People always liked to call me names; but I just ignore them; people pull pranks on me and embarrass me by saying fat boy. Sometimes no one likes me; but I know that I have real friends waiting for me. People talk about me a lot and I think they want to beat me up.
One time, in the lunchroom a boy walked up to me and said, “Your stealing a donut, how fat can you get,” and everyone heard him and started laughing at me. That really hurt me. I felt embarrassed, and it made me want to put the boy in a fire for what he said. Ever since that, I started wearing a mask.
The mask that I’ve put on is being a follower, a laugher and disrespectful. This is not who I am really am. Inside, I am nice, thoughtful, and a leader. I only wear this mask because I think it makes people like me and respect me, instead of making fun of me.
Sometimes, life is hard. I just have to live with it. I think that people don’t like me, but really I don’t care. I will just be me. Being me is so much more then being a faker, but I know that being me is someone special.
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I really liked your poem because you were honest and put yourself out there. It's hard to be that vunerable. Thanks for sharing yourself. There are true friends out there who will love the real you. Also, keep writing.
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