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Click hereI remember them laughing at me
I remember everyone in the gym during lunch laughing at me
I remember the poor girl trying to explain
He was one of the elite
Social elite heirarchy of the school gods
Me, I was a peasant called over
There they sat all the beautiful people
There they gathered talking
I was foolish and walked right into it
It was a joke
It was a gag
It hurt and left me bleeding inside
"Hey, he likes you"
Laughter heard all around
Laughing at me
Walking away
Slinking away
Wanting to crawl under my rock
I have long since forgave
I have never forgotten
Kids are cruel and yet its all a joke, a jest of childhood
Laughing
Kids can be so cruel... and the effects can be felt for a long long time
The content here is very clear. Nothing ambiguous. That's what I like.
some times it is easier to pick your self up than it is your pride (~_~) nice write on such a subject
How sweet and pleasant it is years later to realize what a quality person you were ~ even then. Evocative and Heartfelt.
A poignant tale from years gone by
That most see and can identify
And feel old scars.