Why is it so hard to fit in?

When you try to talk all you get is the cold shoulder telling you to get lost.

What do you do when you get called names?

Getting your name called, only to be hearing them say you’re not worth anything.

When you hear the name calling you try to brush it off, not to let it come in.

But all you hear are those names, haunting you day by day.

Those wretched names they throw at you, crashing into you, seeping through you.

They say “sticks and stones might break my bones, but names will never hurt me”, but the truth is names can hurt more, it’s because sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will always hurt me.

No one sees, they don’t feel, they don’t care; they just do what they feel.

While you, you on the other hand have to hold onto reality, because of these names you have to learn what is fake and hold onto what is real.

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A little poem I created since we started poetry in English class. This is for those people who have to deal with all that bullying and name calling. I hope you like it! (This is my 3rd ever poem so please try to put up with it >.<)