She walks along with her head down,
She can't read out loud in class,
She stumbles through her words,
Because she was always picked last.
Every sports team she tried out for,
Every activity she'd ever tried,
She was never chosen first,
So she decided to hide.
The confidence she once had was shattered,
In pieces just like glass,
People tried to pick her up,
But their effort would never last.
She remembered when she could speak up,
Before the laughs and looks and stares,
Before she got judged on what she wore,
Before anyone use to care.
She tried out for everything,
She always tried to take part,
But despite her tries she never got chosen,
And was left with a broken heart.
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Poetry
PoetryThere is a small thread between truth and lies, between love and hate and between you and I. However, the thread can easily be broken; that's when life begins. I'm school, you read. You've spend hours reading 1,000 year old poems and studying author...
