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• Bianca Sacco, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2006

I see, yet everything is so gloomy. I feel but everything is so cold. I hear only screams. I pray amongst my dreams for one day I hope to live a normal life. One in which everything is so calm, so easy-going. Where people see me for who I am, not what I appear to be. A life where I am not left out, where I am not put down. It’s like I’m crystal clear. People see right through me, walk straight past me. Not even a single “hi”, not even a smile.

Look at me, what do you see? Nothing, nothing that I can bare. I look in the mirror. It’s true; I’m not anything amazing but look down deeper, that’s where you’ll see that on the inside, I’m gorgeous. My natural beauty is there waiting to come out from inside a precious girl. I try to speak. Many people don’t believe me…you are one. Just wait and see. I’m not cold or depressed; these things only you have made me feel. Ironically, of all these things you have made me feel, ‘loved’ is not one of them. I thought I had felt it all, but I thought many things wrongly. You put me down and pushed me around. No more I say, it’s my turn…my turn to shine!