at school im not popular
and its not like i dont care
people talk about me
and people stop and stare
i try to make new friends
but the only ones i can make
are people who use me
and people who act fake
i want to be known for good
not all the bad
and when i think of my past
i cant help but get sad
sometimes i cant control my feelings
so it over flows to a knife
some days i want to give up my life
if you dont like like my poem i dont care
i just want to know that people are there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
woow don; t rush man things like these happen to everyone i bet that even the popular ones have been or will be talked abou in the future anway i loved your poem expressed exactly how a lot of people feel