Sick Sick Sick.

Quick, run back,
Last in Track,
What, it's happened again?

Teacher Creature
Want to punch her
Must refrain,
In great disdain.

In History.
Speech, free?
The stick or the carrot.
A break, please.

The boy who hates me.
Same as everyone else,
Is my star,
Makes me go weak at the knees.

Sick, sick, sick
Of comparison,
To my twin.

The way I walk
The way I talk,
Each a mortal sin.

I hide tthis pain,
Without a groan,
Yet dream of not being alone.

Helena May XxX

lol That bit made me laugh I enjoyed reading that even though you must be hurting a bit cos it dose show fro in your poetry. (((HUGS)))

Have you seen my other poem, Poem about me?

Yes I posted in that thread as well There all very good I wish I could write poetry as well as you.

I like it