The things they misunderstood
They told me to leave,
they told me to die,
they told me the hate me,
i sat home and cried.
They all turned away,
like it was some sick game,
they left me all lonely,
I will never be the same.
They ran away from me,
when they lost interest in one,
I guess I'm not good enough,
look... The other girls won.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world