A Hurting Heart

• Tamara Bishop, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2011

My heart is hurting in every way,
My heart is hurting every day.
I hate my life, but what can I do,
Nothing the girls are saying is true.
My mum doesn’t know, ‘cause she’s never home,
I guess that’s all I’ll ever be,
A person all alone.
I find it so hard to talk to my mum,
I guess that’s why I feel so glum.
I wish I had the courage to stand up for myself,
Rather than be a victim frightened to ask for help.
Am I actually ugly, do I really smell?
I don’t ever know if they mean it,
I can never tell.
I haven’t told a soul,
Except my friend and sis’,
I don’t even know how to tell my mum about this.
What type of person would do this to me?
Out of spite or jealousy? Probably.
By writing this poem I can let my feelings flow,
But the misery inside me will never let go.
What can I do to stop this? I sometimes cry!
The only way I can think of is to say goodbye.
I wish I could take a shortcut around the bend,
And make this whole situation come to an end.