Loneliness

• Hurit Hsu, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

I am friendless,
I must have been confused when I said;
I will never be alone.
It is certain that
nobody likes me for who I am.
I would never believe
in the future that I had friends
I would believe
others will talk behind my back
never in a million years, I would imagine
that I would become prettier
I know,
nobody can convince me;
I am not friendless.
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