The New Girl
Ever since day one
The girl did not belong
Her shoes were strange, her hair was weird
Her style of dress was wrong
Her jeans were just a bit too tight
Her shirts were big and kinda bright
Although her appearance was rather rough
She seemed nice, but it wasn't enough
Everything she said or did
Was turned into a joke
Everytime a crack was made
She thought that she would choke
The kids just did not realize
How mean they really were
Until the teacher told them
The shocking news about her
She was found in the basement
A bullet in her head
For due to all the teasing
The new girl now was dead.
Ever since day one
The girl did not belong
Her shoes were strange, her hair was weird
Her style of dress was wrong
Her jeans were just a bit too tight
Her shirts were big and kinda bright
Although her appearance was rather rough
She seemed nice, but it wasn't enough
Everything she said or did
Was turned into a joke
Everytime a crack was made
She thought that she would choke
The kids just did not realize
How mean they really were
Until the teacher told them
The shocking news about her
She was found in the basement
A bullet in her head
For due to all the teasing
The new girl now was dead.
Sooo...I have no idea where this came from. Some poems I very vividly remember writing, others I do not and am surprised to stumble upon them. This is one of those. I mean, WTF....I promise I was a pretty happy kid, as far as tortured 7th graders go. Probably this was another Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul-influenced poem. Pretty harrowing!
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