Kaila Clarke, Grade 10
If it were possible, I would die of a broken heart. People are the ones to make it part.
The years and days that have gone by so fast. Reminding me why I don't like my past.
Years have not been kind and the days were unfair. Some of these stories I am willing to share.
They say that it is beauty that lies within, but there is no beauty beneath people's skin...
My heart is breaking and getting quite weak; people walk past me and call me a freak.
I may not be able to walk the distance, but all I can say is give me a chance.
I look in the mirror and see someone so sad; I wish I could stop feeling this bad.
My time will come; I tell you this now, if people do not stop calling me a fat cow.
I sleep each night thinking about what people have said.
Don't worry; you're not the only one wishing me dead.