Ok I wrote this poem having no idea how to properly write one but I think it's good.
I just want some point of veiws.
please give some good advise if I need some.
Butterflies in my stomach
As I walk towards them
I smile while I still can
They turn away giggling
I frown and walk away
Why do they hurt me?
Did I do something wrong?
If so what?
Am I picked on for just being?
Is it wrong to have your own mind?
I walk home alone
My mum and dad shout about their troubles
They don't care about me
I leave hungry
Is this how my life will be?
Will it change?
Or wil it stay the same?
Because that is how...
Being lonely is.
I just want some point of veiws.
please give some good advise if I need some.
Butterflies in my stomach
As I walk towards them
I smile while I still can
They turn away giggling
I frown and walk away
Why do they hurt me?
Did I do something wrong?
If so what?
Am I picked on for just being?
Is it wrong to have your own mind?
I walk home alone
My mum and dad shout about their troubles
They don't care about me
I leave hungry
Is this how my life will be?
Will it change?
Or wil it stay the same?
Because that is how...
Being lonely is.
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