My Life

Very personal poem i write on my everyday life.

I got my hair touched
Because of my peps
I got told to skeet
Got kicked at my feet
My so calked friend
Will laugh if I cried
It started with a dare
But its now a nightmare
Im trying to smile
Cos it wont stay for a while
It hurts how they cant see
Im not who i seem to be
Am just an ordinary
Not even extrodinarie
One day I'll explode
Of all these load
Of s**t I have to take
Yes Im a fake
All my smiles I just make
Just because I dont talk
Doesnt mean Im a dork
My Life aint perfect
Its not even worth it
Im not asking much
I dont eat for lunch
Plese leave me
Let me be
Ive told you
My Life

Author's Note

Very personal - please be nice