I woke up this morning, And I prayed to my Lord, ‘Cause it was the first day of school, And I knew it would be hard. I grabbed my uniform, Which consists of a green and blue plaid skirt, Blue shorts underneath, And a blue button down shirt. My hair was fixed, Pulled up in a bun. It was my first day at a new school, But I knew it would be fun. I looked out my window And saw my friend walking down the street. “ Here goes nothing,” I said to myself. “ Just new surroundings and new friends to meet.” I kissed my mom bye, As I walked out the door. She told me “ Good luck,” And “ I’ll see you at four.” I must have looked nervous, On that long way to school, ‘Cause my friend just kept telling me, To relax and be cool. “ Trust me. They are so nice. I’ve been there for two years. Look at me. Oh, come on girl. Are you crying? Wipe those tears.” “ You don’t know why I’m so upset, do you. You don’t know how I was treated at my old school. I got teased and I got made fun of, For no apparent reason. I guess they didn’t realize that I am human, And that I have feelings. Do you remember that time you called, About two weeks ago. I didn’t answer because I had a gun to my head. I thought that you should know. But when I heard your voice on the answering machine, I knew somebody cared. I didn’t want to do it, And was I ever scared.” I could not take it any more, My face was soaked with tears. I finally realized people do care, And I knew my best friend would always be here. “ I’m sorry.” She told me, As she gave me a hug, And right then and there I realized that I am loved. As we walked through the gate, I was nervous indeed, But I thought to myself, “ I will surely succeed.” The girl, she got help, And is fine to this day, But the hurt that she felt, Will never go away. So, you see, don’t be mean To your friends at your school, To make them feel bad, And to make you feel cool. Be a friend to the people You see have no friends. Be help for the helpless, And lend a helping hand. The smallest things you do, Even though it’s not a lot, All those little things, Will hardly be forgot. So before you say or do something mean, Just think what might happen. Tomorrow that boy or that girl, Might just be in heaven.
Reason for writing:
I know how it feels to be made fun of, and I'm not going to lie to anyone, I wanted to commit sucicide. I realized that I couldn't play God, so I got help, and I'm still getting help, but I also have friends and family that care. I'm tired of the teasing and the gossip that goes on in this socity. Email me with your thoughts and feelings toward my poem or about this issues that are expressed in this poem. Let me know what you think. I wrote this for Mrs. Terri and Mr. B,(Two very special people in my life). They are the voice on the amswering machine.
Birth sign: Leo
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