workingwifey

Here’s a poem I wrote on 12/4/99. I was feeling really misunderstood when I wrote it. I was new to my school and just felt like no one understood me, and no one wanted to, and no one would try to. No one would take a chance to get to know me.

“You walk around with your head held high, knowing the guys stare at you as you walk by.  By yourself almost all the time, trying to make reason out of this rhyme. You walk around with your head held high, knowing the girls stare at you as you walk by. But inside their heads they say, ‘She’s stuck up.’ You have to look down, you can never look up. You walk around with your head held high, knowing one day you’ll break down and cry. ‘No one understands me’ you say. I often feel the same way.

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