Try, Try, Try

This was an earlier poem I wrote. Eighth grade was the worst year of my entire life...

I smile; they frown.

I talk; they ignore.

I cry; they laugh at me.

I make a mistake; they condescend.

I say something rude without meaning to; they hold it against me.

I joke; they think I'm serious and/or stupid.

 

"I must be hated..."

Author's Note

This was one of the poems I actually had a back-up to... dammit... I wish I had back-ups to all my poems... gees! Why didnt I have back-ups to ALL of them!! stupid! stupid! stupid!

Reviews

[Sarah]

Yep, I remember eighth grade- don't worry I think it was like this for everybody!

Sorry about your other poems. I hope you can remember some of them- this one is good!

[Leigh Bain]

I can completely relate to this poem. Eigth grade was a tough year for me too, but moreso it reminds me of my parents. I've done *a lot* to force an estanged relation between myself and my family just for my own sanity and this poem speaks words so true that I'll definately be adding it to my reading list.

[Mrs. Serina Felton]

I understand how you feel. Happened to me for three years straight.

[Cassandra Holeyfield]

i can totally relate i love it and dont you ever start cutting cause its like a drug but harder to stop i like it