Someone Wrote A Poem
I wrote it last week...i was gonna post it before i went to Jamaica, but i was too lazy to go upstairs and get my journal....so i shall type it here, now. It doesn't have a name...i'm having trouble coming up with one. Tell me what you think....
He keeps comparing himself to them.
He just wants to fit in,
To be the cool kid.
Everyday he joins the group;
The popular kids are talking.
He wants to join in,
But he has nothing to say.
Why can't they just accept him?
What did he ever do to them?
Everyday, same thing.
You'd think it would get old.
They just ignore him, as if he wasn't even there.
Ghost Boy.
Ghost Boy knew they didn't care about him,
But he tried so hard to fit in.
He thought that just by standing near them made him look cooler.
Whatever they did, he would do.
Whatever they wore, he would wear.
"Why don't they like me for who I am, Mommy?"
"I just want to be their friend, Daddy!"
One day, Ghost Boy was standing with his 'friends.'
"If you want to be cool, you have to drink!"
He knew he wasn't supposed to drink, but this was his chance!
Ghost Boy could be a cool kid!
Next night, big party, alcohol.
Ghost Boy had his first drink that night.
He didn't like the taste, but,
"Who cares? I'm cool!"
Ghost Boy had another drink.
And another.
And another.
Ghost Boy died that night.
He got alcohol poisoning.
He was rushed to the hospital, but it was too late.
Ghost Boy had his last drink that night.
He was the talk of the school on Monday.
Everyboy knew his name.
"Did you hear what happened?"
"He was such a good kid, too!"
Ghost Boy got what he wanted, though.
He was no longer Ghost boy.
Everybody knew his name.
He keeps comparing himself to them.
He just wants to fit in,
To be the cool kid.
Everyday he joins the group;
The popular kids are talking.
He wants to join in,
But he has nothing to say.
Why can't they just accept him?
What did he ever do to them?
Everyday, same thing.
You'd think it would get old.
They just ignore him, as if he wasn't even there.
Ghost Boy.
Ghost Boy knew they didn't care about him,
But he tried so hard to fit in.
He thought that just by standing near them made him look cooler.
Whatever they did, he would do.
Whatever they wore, he would wear.
"Why don't they like me for who I am, Mommy?"
"I just want to be their friend, Daddy!"
One day, Ghost Boy was standing with his 'friends.'
"If you want to be cool, you have to drink!"
He knew he wasn't supposed to drink, but this was his chance!
Ghost Boy could be a cool kid!
Next night, big party, alcohol.
Ghost Boy had his first drink that night.
He didn't like the taste, but,
"Who cares? I'm cool!"
Ghost Boy had another drink.
And another.
And another.
Ghost Boy died that night.
He got alcohol poisoning.
He was rushed to the hospital, but it was too late.
Ghost Boy had his last drink that night.
He was the talk of the school on Monday.
Everyboy knew his name.
"Did you hear what happened?"
"He was such a good kid, too!"
Ghost Boy got what he wanted, though.
He was no longer Ghost boy.
Everybody knew his name.