2002Peachie

Love is delicate. A flowers petals, delicate. Tell them how much you love them. Tell them so the petals don't wilt. Tell them so they bloom.

Everyday people look at me, I'm strange. They make me believe I belong in a cage. Shes Ugly, shes fat, she belongs in a sack, I don't wanna see her put her right in the back. Why does society wanna put us down? Why can't we look at someone and not frown. Why can't we see that we all wear a crown. Why does society wanna put us down? Everyday I feel really ashamed. I feel like they are judging me. I feel like I am really lame. Shes stupid, shes clumsy, shes really quite nutty, can somebody please just shut her up! She sounds like a walrus that wheezes! Why does society wanna put us down? Why can't we look at someone and not frown. Why can't

Here I am sitting next to her and shes not even listening me. Lets just do it now and cut down the friendship tree. She is just so mean. She wanted the popular, the fame. Oh no. Oh no. Possibly, obviously. Its all over, its all over. Second times a charm, I don't mean no harm. Lets be friends, lets be friends. I mean do you need money to pay your phone bill or something cause you never called. She wanted the popular, the fame. Oh no. Oh no. Possibly, obviously. Its all over, its all over. I'm done with trying and I am crying. I miss you as my friend. I miss you as my sister, but now that feeling is dead! She wanted the popular, the fame.

I am the victim Crying,Hurt, Loss,thoughts of sadness, sorrow,feelings, tears and thoughts of harming myself. Laughing, Fun, Pointing, and a smile, giving others my pain, joking, Hurting, verbally abusing. I am the bully

The red dress stared down at me from the gigantic glass panels of the boutique. It had the most wonderful sequence on the top half and the lace sleeves made me open my jaw in awe. The tulle on the bottom fluffed out in the most elegant matter. I lifted my frail, pail hands up to touch the glass. My nose barley touched the glass as a peered into the window. Where I had placed my nose began to fog up. I wiped the glass clean and moved over to the right slightly so I could take a quick peek at the backside of the beautiful dress. A bow. A bow tied in the most elegant lace just like the sleeves. On the top of the dress it swooped down to the midd

I was 9. It was a beautiful day, I remember it almost perfectly. The sun was shining and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. There were flowers of all the colors of the rainbow. I remember picking handfuls of my favorite flowers. Daises. My tiny little round nose was filled with the sent of the petals. My long, curly, red hair flowed in the wind as i dashed through my back yard as I pretended to be a super hero saving the city from a gigantic asteroid. I was running and playing, then I fell to my pail knees and fainted. I heard my mother scream from where she was sitting and reading the newspaper on the porch. I felt her hands touch my ne