I am the girl that nobody hates. Except.
I am the girl that everyone loves. Except.
I am the girl that hates no-one. Except.
I am the girl that loves everyone. Except.
All these exceptions are
The bullies that torment me.
Through my night and my day,
Make me hate my body.
If you are reading this poem,
You really must care,
That they kick me and punch me,
And pull at my hair.
And as I write this,
The end draws near.
The suicide ends,
My biggest fear.
This was actually written as the blurb for my entry in the year 9 story competition. i won best blurb!