Problem Solved? Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

My friends have told me,
I'm not that ugly.
Strangly I agree,
Then go home and cry.
For here this now,
'Tis but a lie.

I hate my looks,
I love my books.
I'm a nerd,
I'm a freak.
A loser you see?

As I roam the streets,
I search for a home.
I've been a bad child,
I want some good beer.
I need to change hope.

I've lost those I love,
I wish to regain.
I soon will leave Maine,
Florida I'll go.
My Aunt awaits my arrival,
I wonder if I'll be welcome.

Here I go,
A new school.
A new life,
A new home,
With new strife.

Will any one like me?
Will they treat well?
I want to be loved,
Not feared by the school.
I want to care.

I want to be taught,
How to feelsome love.
I want to love them,
With their love in return.
So why am I so sad?

I want to get away,
To be free from here.
So why do I fear,
Being left alone.
Please don't leave me,
Don't make me cry.

What about my friends?
People I hold dear?
What about all of them,
Will I lose them for good?
I wish not to,
But time will tell.