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fantadreamworld Bye, I will check in sometimes
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A poem ( THAT DOES NOT RHYME ) for myself

Memories

When I moved to the small little town, I vowed to leave the memories behind.

When I moved to the small little town, I vowed to leave the memories behind. Every kid who bullied me.

When I moved to the small little town, I vowed to leave the memories behind. Every kid who bullied me. Every kid who laughed at me when I made a mistake,

When I moved to the small little town, I vowed to leave the memories behind. Every kid who bullied me. Every kid who laughed at me when I made a mistake, Everything.

And It worked,

And It worked, For a while.

And It worked, For a while. But you can't outrun your past, I of all people, Should know that.

And It worked, For a while. But you can't outrun your past, I of all people, Should know that. My memories came back. Even the ones I had been really forgetting.

And It worked, For a while. But you can't outrun your past, I of all people, Should know that. My memories came back. Even the ones I had been really forgetting. And know they're there....

In my mind, Swirling around,

In my mind, Swirling around, Shouting.

In my mind, Swirling around, Shouting. Because they know I am listening.

In my mind, Swirling around, Shouting. Because they know I am listening. Because they know I am visualizing.

In my mind, Swirling around, Shouting. Because they know I am listening. Because they know I am visualizing. Because they know,

In my mind, Swirling around, Shouting. Because they know I am listening. Because they know I am visualizing. Because they know, I can't forget.

My first day of not virtual school.

My first day of not virtual school. I wouldn't know any of these kids,

My first day of not virtual school. I wouldn't know any of these kids, And they wouldn't know me.

My first day of not virtual school. I wouldn't know any of these kids, And they wouldn't know me. But, Kids are always going to be mean, No matter where you go.

My first day of not virtual school. I wouldn't know any of these kids, And they wouldn't know me. But, Kids are always going to be mean, No matter where you go. They were all the same.

During P.E. is when they make fun of me the most.

During P.E. is when they make fun of me the most. The two girls.

During P.E. is when they make fun of me the most. The two girls. But of course, I always have my comebacks.

During P.E. is when they make fun of me the most. The two girls. But of course, I always have my comebacks. Always have.

During P.E. is when they make fun of me the most. The two girls. But of course, I always have my comebacks. Always have. Always will.

They hate me for one simple reason:

They hate me for one simple reason: I don't listen to them.

They hate me for one simple reason: I don't listen to them. I will not take orders, from kids the same age as me.

They hate me for one simple reason: I don't listen to them. I will not take orders, from kids the same age as me. That's why they hate me.

And as I sit here in class writing this,

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me.

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me. They talk about me...

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me. They talk about me... And they pretend like I can't hear.

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me. They talk about me... And they pretend like I can't hear. But they know I can and yet...

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me. They talk about me... And they pretend like I can't hear. But they know I can and yet... I say nothing

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me. They talk about me... And they pretend like I can't hear. But they know I can and yet... I say nothing.

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me. They talk about me... And they pretend like I can't hear. But they know I can and yet... I say nothing..

And as I sit here in class writing this, They look at me. They talk about me... And they pretend like I can't hear. But they know I can and yet... I say nothing...

When they call me names, I never cry,

I never scream I never tell I never speak

When they call me names, I never cry, I never scream I never tell I never speak And I never ever wish I was somewhere else.

At the end of the day, I am not invincible,

At the end of the day, I am not invincible, I

At the end of the day, I am not invincible, I Just

At the end of the day, I am not invincible, I Just Don't

At the end of the day, I am not invincible, I Just Don't Care

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