I am
smart yet scared
I
wonder if I could ever get through life and campus
I hear
Monica historically laughing at me as a fall down the stars
I see my
room being messed up by the filthy Monica.
I want
Monica to leave me alone
I am
smart yet scared
I
pretend I am okay and not being bullied
I feel
sad and lonely
I imagine
touching a warm, soft bed
I worry
that Monica and her crew will be awaiting me.
I cry
as I slowly reach for my bag as the bruises on my shoulder start to ache
I am
smart yet scared
I
understand that I am not safe out here in the big world
I say
“you will be okay, that’s what mom would say”
I dream
about having friends and being popular.
I try
and make friends but it never happens
I hope
I can see mom and dad soon
I am
smart yet scared
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