Rejected

So...yeah,the first poem was my life,even this one...they kinda suck..but they let me express my emotions.

''HAHA,the mountain is coming,
Beware
Beware
She'll smash you
She'll kill you
Cuz she's fat
Beware
Beware''

They all moved far away,
As I drifted to the school bus
saying:
''The fat thing is coming
Move away
She's the devil
She's evil
Move away
'Cause she's fat.''

And as I walked past the dirty faces
The small,grinning faces
All in a single line,
Sitting on the most comfy seats in the bus,
Leaving the ''rotten'' one for me,
They all laughed
Calling me names

What's wrong with me?
So what,I'm fat.
But it doesn't mean I'm the devil.
Or evil
Maybe I'm the friendliest one of them,
Maybe I'll be the one who'll succeed,
Maybe,I...
Maybe....

Here I am,mourning my old self,
Which went into dreads,
While they made fun of me.
Standing in the dark,
With nobody understanding me,
Or saying '' Don't respond them,it will make them feel worse if you don't''

So I kept on feeling broken,
Torn,
Shattered,
With no-one who cares,
So I faked a smile,
Held it.
And never,ever
Let go of it.