17/12/2011 - Becoming a Person You Used to Hate.

She’s odd, they whisper.

She’s weird, they say.

Who does she think she is, they glare.


She, has feelings you know.

She, is not deaf.

She, has enough crap in her life.


You, should cop on.

You, need remember.

You, used to be that person.


You used to be the girl they hated.

The End

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