A sad little poem about the jerks at school.

The different one

"Look at her,

the different one."

They’d line up to mock her,

One by one.

And as the line grew,

Not a one of them knew

That she would show them all

" look at her, she’s much to tall

her acne’s bad, she’s always looks sad, what happened to her anyway?."

Well what else could she be?

Why did none of them see

They made her that way

Teasing her day after day

Until her smile was faded

Her hair came unbaraided

And she simply, no longer cared

No one knew why

She just refused to cry

And finaly one day she broke.

All that was left was a shell

Her soul was stuck inside it’s own hell

And she was lost and on her own

Until one day…

She graduated.

And they were all gone.

So far behind her.

So she spread her wings

And did wonderful things

So who really won in the end?