I
wrote a poem for
English class;
it was about a girl
who was lonely,
and she took
her anger out
on herself,
leaving pretty
pink lines all over
her body.
My teacher gave
me an "A+"
she told me she
cried a little.
"Very well done,
keep up the
good work, dear."
I gave her a small
smile, muttering a
quiet thank you.
Little did she
know that it was
my last and final
plea, hoping
someone would
finally see that
I'm not-so-okay.
