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[aid] => mick
[title] => Who I Am
[time] => 2010-04-30 05:43:46
[hometext] => People always ask me why I'm so shy. I hope this answers some of there questions.
[bodytext] => Why are you quiet, and why don’t you speak? Why don’t you talk, and instead only read? All of these questions I’ve heard many times. I never gave answers, but now I’ll confide. It’s hard to look back, but it is who I am. A girl who was bullied, without any friends. I use to be different, a girl full of life. Never once thought of my spirits demise. Talkative yes, I once talked a whole lot. Some said to much, but I never did stop. All was so well, and my life was so great. Than just like that, in a day it all changed. She walked in the class with a smile so fake. It didn’t take long for my fall to take place. She started up rumors they knew weren’t true. My friends stood with her, just because she was cool. Constantly teased by the ones I called friends. Nothing was good and I wanted an end. An end to the sorrow and pain that they caused. Becoming so weak, when I use to be strong. They goaded me, saying I’d never have friends. I’d never be worth it, I’m stupid they said. They always judged people by what they would wear. I never had style, they thought that was weird. Self conscious I am now, but is it their fault? It’s probably mine too, cause I never once fought. There winning rite now, case I’m still weak today. At least I’m alive though, I’m still in the game. And yeah their still leading. They still have their hold. And though I am lonely I still have some hope. I hope that this answers the questions you seek. It’s why I’m so quiet and never dare speak. Why make new friends, when they might let me down? I can’t take it twice, so I won’t make a sound. I guess I should go now, and read my new book. There’s no sense in talking, when all’s judged by looks. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Nevilleconnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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