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People say I’m funny,
But the punchline’s always wrong.
People say I’m slender,
But the bulge is always strong.
People call me brainy,
But my tests say always ‘C’.
People call me gorgeous,
But I never seem to be.
Insecure and jealous is now what I feel inside,
And surrounding it with giggles is just how I keep my pride.
Always Happy.
That’s what I seem to be;
Full of love for little things- like creamy cups of tea.
I can’t believe the betrayal of a single man himself,
Has left me (the happy girl!) feeling so lonely on this shelf.


by Elizabeth Meehan, 18, Wimslow High School, United Kingdom



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