Still Good

This is about me becoming more sad and others being jealous of the happiness that I have in the hardship that those people gave me.They hate it that I can make sunshine out of the rain they give them.

Things were fresh, when I came.

When I came, I came forth.

I came forth, but I had values.

But I had values, and sillyness, things had to change.

They were grouped, I was one.

I was one and, of what to become?

And what to become? Sediment.

Sediment from the coast, alone.

Alone, they never felt alot. 

Alot, I wanted just this once.

I wanted just this once, but it wasn't applicable.

Not applicable, was not for them.

They so have tried, to knock me down.

To knock me down, I have already been.

I have already been, through time after time.

Time after time, I'm dissed and excluded.

In whatever form, the hate.

The hate, just another way, to drill into a wall.

To drill into a wall, of backing of the past peoples.

Backing of the past peoples, supporting me.

Still supported by old and long friends.

Still good.

Author's Note

I wrote this on the 5th of May 2006 which now is 4 years ago. And no, I was not feeling good at the time, I just looked happy.

The language is not the most understandable due to the structure that the poem has.
I just hope it's good and puts across what I was trying to say.

It's about me getting bullied in secondary school for 5 years. I had the worst secondary school experience ever and it was only untill Year 10 that my year stopped picking on me as they felt sorry for me, but the damage was too late by then and they already made their effects. There's not enough space to explain how bad it was or what happened.

Reviews

[Minki]

I enjoyed that very much. Please continue writing poems; both the ones you have are very good. I'll be watching for more. :)

[Roxie Demonia]

nice!

[Kanattas Atir Enomo]

yea. it was slightly hard to understand, but i got the point by the end. overall good job. i like the message behind this. stay "happy"