A Secret - Poem by Pam Fraser
I have to write
because I'm really bored.
That's not the only reason,
it’s because I'm being ignored.
Nobody is talking to me,
So I haven't got anything to do.
Everyone is watching TV.,
So I am pretending to write to you.
I told them you were on line
we were instant messaging all that time
but I am just writing,
hoping that it will rhyme.
I know they are dying to read this,
But I won't let them see.
If they think I'm writing,
they will laugh at me.
They will never see this,
I will never show.
So what it's just a secret,
they will never know.
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