I was having a rough day when I wrote this.

That night I couldn't sleep

Threw my watch so it wouldn't beep

My soul was tired

My head was bored

I got to school early

My normal routine

I sat in class and waited

My head still sore

A 'C' on a test,

A shouting class

A fan girl that wouldn't be still

My body lost it's appetite quickly,

There was a lingering feeling of dread

To the library I left

To clear my head

What I hadn't seen coming

Was two boys asking me this

"There's a rumor you worship the devil,

We were wondering is it true?"

Imagine my horror,

My disbelief

My only reply was "no"

How could this be?

Who had done this?

Why try to burden me grief?

I continued to the library

With mind heavy

Unable to concentrate anymore

When taking about atoms

I cried in my head and heart

My pain turned to rage

But I kept it quiet

I hoped they had gotten a kick

A different comment ran through my mind

I had also been called maternal.

While singing of holidays,

Between bells and fruitcake

My mind narrowed in on a fact

Every word and action,

Causes a chain reaction

So make sure people know what you mean,

Cause if you're not careful

And say someone is awful

They will believe you are mean.

Moral of poem

RUMORS ARE BAD AND EVIL!THEY ARE INDIRECT BULLYING!YOU SPREAD RUMORS AND YOU ARE BREAKING SOMEONES HEART SOMEWHERE AND SOMETIME.

DON'T DO IT!