My Act Poem by Rebecca Neiman

When I entered high school I had a 'new' me but it was more like a 'fake' me. I needed to make sure no one could hurt me so I made people scared of me. That wasn't my plan intentionally, but people perceived me as the girl that would beat people up for no reason, the girl who got messed up on drugs, the girl who was always getting arrested and eventually i was known as the dropp out.

But you see while these thought about me spread around South Jersey, I was really the girl who helped the under dog out, Yeah i smoked pot but i wasn't doing all these crazy drugs everyone said i was doing, arrested all the time try only two times and only got charged once, I graduated full high school diploma in December '08' before all my fellow classmates title Drop out can now be tossed out.


Alot of hurt in these eyes and alot of Wish i could of's in my mind to late now I already did the damage people don't understand it but my point to this is, I'm not who you people think I am and my act has been over since I left high school but now it's time for the curtain call. I'll take my bow I don't want anyone to clap and in attempt to make the worst better I'll say Thanks for being a part of my act.