Misunderstood By Emma Kilton
I am a small girl who is misunderstood. I wonder why j am so misunderstood. I hear the yells of my peers telling me I am doing everything wrong. I see people glaring at me, though I dont know why. I want to be understood, and have people want to say my name. I am a small girl who is misunderstood
I pretend I am floating in the clouds when I am feeling down. I feel upset when people yell at me for no reason. I touch the clouds. I touch them because they are softer than the screams in my head. I cry when tje voices, and yells get stuck in my brain. I am a small girl who is misunderstood.
I understand that not everyone is going to like me. I worry that I wont become anything. Be a nobody. I say I have lots of friends, though only few are true. I dream I will become a star that will shine brighter than any other. I try to be true to myself though sometimes its hard. I am a small girl who is misunderstood.