This poem was written by an 11-year-old student this year.
(Yes, the same one who wrote A Peacock's Tale.)
I die inside as I walk down the hall
Plaster a smile on my face to hide it all
My heart is broke
It beats no more
It started on fire
I'm burnt to the core
I say hi to people as I go
My true feelings I won't let show
Life at home isn't what I want it to be
I hate myself. I hate being me.
I do good in school and act just right
but I'm afraid of going home at night
because then I'm there with me, myself, and I
It hurts so much, I think I'll cry.
Me, myself, and I.
(This, from a girl who says she just hates writing; "It's stupid.")
I'm gonna miss that kid.