Continually, i walk in the hallway....
ignoring what THEY say.
I stick with my friends,
cause all the others like to condescend
I feel like I'm different,
not really brilliant,
and sadly at school my duty's consistence.
I HATE this feeling!
When will i ever be healed?
When will the pain be sealed?
I look at all the groups & cliques...
just knowing I don't fit in, makes me sick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i feel the same way at my school, too, but im doing better on my grades than i have in a long time.