Sticks and Stones
She never fit their circle
She wasn't willing to change
The way she laughed or looked or lived
So they told her to walk away
But the lucky ones just couldn't rest
They had to hurt her more
They'd ridicule her looks and brains
And push her to the floor
She always held her head up high
So they had to take it further
They'd flush away her dignity
Till on the brink of murder
They've made up rumours and put her down
She's on the brink of breaking
Why didn't they just leave her be
Instead of always hating
The've ruined her life, her self esteem
They've robbed her of every friend
So tomorrow she'll take the gun to school
And see who's laughing then
This poem was written by Ellie Caporn on Jan 31, 2007.
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Holy crap.!.!.! Phsyco much. But, strangely, I LOVE IT! No further comments.
really heartfelt stuff! nice writing style