It turns out better

Sonnet Poem

"It Turns Out Better"

Being sad is so horrible, waiting for the pain to stop.

What did I do to deserve this, how must I allow?

All they do is point out my flaws by bullet dots.

Say i'm ugly,say i'm dumb, and say i'm as big as a cow. 

When I tell an adult, they call me snitch.

Throwing dirt on my name,

Like i'm a ditch.

But no one understands, no one can relate the same. 

My mother says don't pay them any mind,

they just want to bring you down.

i listened to her words,

now i'm as happy as a clown. 

the moral of the story is don't let people bring you down,

and turn your frown upside down.