Written for my 7th grade English unit on poetry.
About my experiences when I was teased (often) as a younger child.
Of course now I can hold my own, and I'm popular for being unique :)
while fitting in.
but a little like everyone else,
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.
I watched silently as the popular girls waltzed around school.
And I not-so-silently noticed as I became one of them,
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?