Myself

by Ali aged 11

I’m sat here in my room crying about myself,
I’m thinking of what you said to my face.
How could anyone say something so rude?
Your manners are such a disgrace.
I see the tear marks on my pillow,
And the bags under my eyes,
Because I can’t sleep knowing what you said to me.
As everyone else just laughed,
I can’t stand up for myself because I’m too scared.
So I write my anger through poems,
And tell everyone else to beware

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