2004
I thought I escaped them
But now they’re back
This is my home
But they don’t understand
I can’t stand them anymore
And my parents don’t listen
When I want to escape them
And go to my friends
The answer’s always no
So to escape them
I have to go to school
I wouldn’t say it’s worse
But it doesn’t really help
Everyone hates me
That’s middle school for you
One minute you have friends
And the next you don’t
No matter what I do
Where I go
Where I hide
There’s always someone
Watching me
Haunting me
Following me
Telling me to do this
Do that
There’s no easy way out
So I sit here writing
It helps the pain get out
Doll Poetry 