A Bad Day

They say I’m ugly I know it’s true,
At recess I’m a loner, how ‘bout you?
After English, the lunch bell rings,
My stomach soon starts tingling.
I then reach and grab my coat,
whilst my heart is in my throat.
Once in the halls, I try to flee
But then they tower over me.
I see him standing tall and proud,
then I realise I stand out from the crowd.
I feel a hand grip on my shoulder,
and it seems as heavy as a boulder.
He yanks me backwards, I’m now his victim,
I then receive a bunch of criticism.
He gives off a gut wrenching glare, then,
I’m immediately down the stairs.

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