This is a poem i wrote for my drama class... It pertains to the comments that are made about my voice at school.
Comment after comment.
Feels like it will never stop.
It eats away at you.
Bothers you in your sleep.
You see the way they glance,
the wispers behind your back.
Your confidence drops.
Feels like you can't speak.
But more and more they come.
Almost every single day.
The thing you hear, they things they say.
Like "Haha this kid is gay."
But if you really knew.
How wrong you really are.
Something that can't be helped.
Becomes something so vain.
That pit in your stomach drops,
When they walk in the room.
You feel as though you can't speak.
Without a sick joke.
But it's whatever.
I don't let it show.
Even if it's died down.
It still hurts none the less.
But rumors turn to "facts".
Within the school's walls.
Even the biggest lies.
You word means nothing.
But You show your true colors.
By the things that you say.
Remember this later on.
When I'm up top, and you're away.
But it's the "label" I was meant to have.
No matter if it's a lie.
But get close and you will see.
What you are really missing.
Comments
You have to give them the "Fuck You Attitude" or better yet ignore them. I have found that people will quit giving you shit if you just plain ignore them..you won't even give a shit about any of these people when you are out of school...trust me on this..
