Unhappy Reflection

I hear their whispering
It's about me again
They start snickering
That's just the begining

 

Oh, the horrid things they say
It brings tears to my eyes
But I must last the rest of the day
With the people I despise

 

I walk across the school grounds
Sure to keep my head down
They might see what they've done
And get the satisfation they love

 

I go home, take a look in the mirror
And ask myself one question:
What is wrong with me?..

Reviews

[CrystalMoon]

I love this simply because It's what i feel. Great piece, well done.(:

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Bullying is emotional, it reaches into the darkest corners of our minds. Your poem hits home.