i remember age 6 i limped home at school i was beat up and picked on until one day i started writing sick poems that even my teachers said my talent was since shown my classmates begged to hear new pages girls clinged to me wanting to be dated and instantly the bullying faded always was told how good it was how good it is to live in peace with the school kids until one day i got writers block 8th grade showed up to shop with nothing new nothing hot that girl who every day saved me a spot all of a sudden magically forgot all my friends soon lost all because i didnt have what they want but what i realized was life went on i once again wrote a poem in it i said someday we will all begone some day we will spit go separate ways have our own kids have our own chances our tests classes and dances all memories fading to melodys plagued by deaths jealousy my life now is better because i learned to not care about how others view me but i will remember those who feel me those who know the real me and especially those who hurt and fuel me