That BullyA Poem by Annabelle Leethe strangest things come to mind when I'm folding my socks.
I can't believe he just crossed my mind
That boy who used to pick on me all the time Haven't thought of him since seventh grade The summer after he went away He came back to visit, went to the fair He told me I'd changed, I couldn't believe he was there He was the bully, that evil little boy Picked on little Annie threw her around like some toy When he came back, I gotta admit I was.scared. What the f**k was he doing there? Why on earth did he cross my mind? Haven't spoken his name in two years' time I wonder where he's at now And if he remembers little Annie, and wondering, how? Am I that little girl he pushed around? Or does he think of me like I think of him now? © 2013 Annabelle LeeFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on January 31, 2013 Last Updated on January 31, 2013 AuthorAnnabelle LeeMiddle of NowhereAboutHello everyone I am Annabelle Lee. I am FINALLY, after June 12, the ripe old age of fifteen. I'm a poet. I want to write novels, as well, but those do not belong on this site in hopes that someday .. more.. |

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