You donít know What itís like to be me You donít know My history
You donít know what Iíve been through You donít know how many friends Who I thought would be there until the end Turned out to be the opposite of real and true
You donít know why I cry You donít know the real Kai. You donít even bother To find out about her You donít know What itís like to branded As the lowest of the low You donít know what itís like to feel abandoned
You donít know me How do you know what itís like to be Called things behind your back Because you supposedly lack ďPopularityĒ
What do you know About plain cruelness What do you know About feeling less and less Every single day What other way Is there to go, expect rock bottom. When youíre just being yourself And not one of them
You donít know what itís like To be me To be the only One who cries late at night? You donít know me at all As I continue to fall
I like this poem, and I think I can relate to it on some level, because I've been rejected by many people and have gone through things i don't too many people could understaand, or have ever gone through to the extent I did.
NJ; United States
Wow, that was pretty strong. Yea, some people may ridicule and whatnot, but if your true to yourself, you'll always be ahead of them. Poem wise, just to make the poem a bit clearer, you might want to make the rhyming more organized. Other than that, excellent job! (:
kai, I know this won't make you feel better now~~ but when you are older and go back to class reunions you will find out that many who were popular then, no longer have that in the "real world" outside of school.
Those who had to work harder, and struggle become successful in the life they choose and are loved or liked and respected for who they are and not who they "hang" with.
So just be the best you, that you can be and keep your chin up and be proud ( don't try and follow the in crowd)