Continually, i walk in the hallway....
ignoring what THEY say.
I stick with my friends, 
cause all the others like to condescend
I feel like I'm different, 
not really brilliant, 
and sadly at school my duty's consistence.
I HATE this feeling! 
When will i ever be healed? 
When will the pain be sealed? 
I look at all the groups & cliques...
just knowing I don't fit in, makes me sick.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
i feel the same way at my school, too, but im doing better on my grades than i have in a long time.