The Dying of the Inner-Light

A loner at school

She just turned 12, and times should be good;

 

but for school, they would be; school was a

 

living hell for her; days spent trying to blend in

 

with the walls, and not be noticed.  Her worst

 

fear constantly realized; and that was to stand out

 

from the crowd, in any way.  The other girls bullied and

 

teased her unmercifully; they were right,

 

she was useless and ugly; if only she could have

 

been born beautiful, then she would have been popular,

 

instead of an ugly, unpopular loser who never

 

seemed to do or say the right thing; the table

 

where she sat, alone, eating her bologna sandwich;

 

the lunch of chumpians, seemed to mock her also;

 

"Pathetic loser!"  She had no self-worth, and no self-confidence

 

Lunch was almost over; the dreaded time was near;

 

back to face the music, oh boy, more abuse!