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One More Day

This poem is about a person mainly a child who receives torture from school which consists of being teased. Many children go through this contant bullying and torture but remember this as you read this poem "To the world you may be someone, but to someone you may be the world".

Morning comes, and I have no choice but to open my eyes.
I put on my phony smile, and by force I rise.

I say to myself for reassurance, that today I'll be okay.
But I'm not sure I can do this much longer, so I say "One more day".

I arrived to school unnoticed, either made fun of or ignored.
I'm tired of this foolishness, but I say "Just one more".

After school, I ran into my room and locked the stupid door.
It's been one more day and I can't take it anymore.

I took out a piece of paper and began to write a note.
But suddenly the phone rings, with my knife before my throat.

 

It's a classmate of mine, and she whispers hi.

Then she started to plead in tears, "Please, please don't die.

                 You don't know how many love you, we dont think of you as any pheasant.
We always thought you wanted to be unnoticed, and always be present.

But, I saw something on your face today, a look that said 'Don't let me go'.
You also looked so lonely, and just wanted someone to know.

Well you may not see it, and don't know who I am.
But I know how you feel, and I completely understand.

Continue this if you'd like, if you want to, don't let me stop you.
But I'll leave you with this thought, I care for you too".

After she said that, she suddenly hung up the phone.
I put mine down too, and started to cry all alone.

I had no idea that someone really cared.
Someone really bothered, to actually notice me there.

Then, I put the knife back, and bowed my head to pray.
I thanked the Lord for letting her call, and gave myself one more day.

I got to school the next day, and expected to disappear.
And then a girl comes up to me and says, "Glad to see you're here".


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