Be unique,

while fitting in.

Be yourself,

but a little like everyone else,

too.

Each since I was young,

I was taught not to be like everyone,

But when I entered grade school,

it turned out there were far more rules.

don't dress to strangely,

don't talk to loud

never say anything with food in your mouth.

Some rules,

were simple,

some,

they confused.

I watched silently as the popular girls waltzed around school.

And I not-so-silently noticed as I became one of them,

too.

I dressed in the fashions,

became oh-so chic.

And nodded along to their voices

as they laughed and they weeped.

I rose to their level,

but then created my home,

As I found that the world of my popular,

just wasn't my own.

And for some unknown reason I was teased

(just because I was me!)

Of course as of now,

I am fine and dandy.

But why did that have to happen

to poor little Izzy?

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Author guidance for This poem

This poem and personal essay are written for my 7th grade English unit on poetry.
This project, based loosely on the 'Bronx Masquerade', has us write poems about a personal experience of ours, and then write a personal essay to accompany it.
This poem is about the teasing I suffered in grade school, due mainly to my hair and clothing, and how things have changed for me since then.
Enjoy!

updated Apr 27 '11 by goaskalice