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Array ( [sid] => 69889 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The pains of high school [time] => 2004-11-02 20:02:38 [hometext] => i felt this today... and every other day for that matter (this is all personal) [bodytext] => There is never any silence,
I go upstairs,
People point and laugh,
No one really cares

When the bell starts to ring,
I really want to hide,
The stabs of the stares,
I want to close my eyes.

I must be so different,
I do not fit in,
I walk alone in the halls,
For i have no friends

When i look happy in class,
I'm actually crying inside,
I want to go home,
To find peace in my mind [comments] => 6 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 61 [informant] => AdamChantell [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
The pains of high school

Contributed by AdamChantell on Tuesday, 2nd November 2004 @ 08:02:38 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



There is never any silence,
I go upstairs,
People point and laugh,
No one really cares

When the bell starts to ring,
I really want to hide,
The stabs of the stares,
I want to close my eyes.

I must be so different,
I do not fit in,
I walk alone in the halls,
For i have no friends

When i look happy in class,
I'm actually crying inside,
I want to go home,
To find peace in my mind




Copyright © AdamChantell ... [ 2004-11-02 20:02:38]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The pains of high school (User Rating: 1 )
by jade01 on Tuesday, 2nd November 2004 @ 08:05:00 PM AEST
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Awww that's a great poem! Very touching. Don't worry I'm sure you'll make it through!!!


Re: The pains of high school (User Rating: 1 )
by 2ndChance on Tuesday, 2nd November 2004 @ 08:11:52 PM AEST
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I know how it feels. I deffinatly know. I am but a freshmen in a new world it seems...if you want to talk...I'm here. Always here.


Re: The pains of high school (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Tuesday, 2nd November 2004 @ 08:31:39 PM AEST
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This is a good write about highschool.. I remmeber when i was in like 7 and 8 grade i got picked on too for the way i talk.. its wrong to make fun.. You will over come this .. I hate when people make fun it makes me mad.. they are losers .. great write

Peace and hope
JENNA


Re: The pains of high school (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 01:40:36 AM AEST
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i can relate to this so very well, people point and stare at me and also they say mean things but I just say " whatever " Don't worry about it just know that yes you might be different but there all the same, and in the end its better to be different than it is to be just the same as everybody else. Great Write!


Re: The pains of high school (User Rating: 1 )
by happybunnyfan on Wednesday, 3rd November 2004 @ 01:54:36 AM AEST
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i know how it feels.
i walk down the halls and everyone stares, it drives me nuts i hate it. if u ever need to talk pm me. i'll answer back. great write


Re: The pains of high school (User Rating: 1 )
by Live2Die on Sunday, 28th November 2004 @ 01:11:37 AM AEST
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I know how this feels. I'm only in 7th grade...but last year...the year before...I was considered a freak. People stared and whispered...I'm sure they still do...But you see, I just say whatever...and they stop bringing it to my face. I am ME now...no longer someone I'm not. If you ever want to talk I'm here. My AIM is Sharpieworshiper, my YIM is lightning52m or you can PM me.




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