As promised: Part 2

Hello and welcome to part two!

I said yesterday that you would be in for a double dosage of Smudgesaysso. And here it is! I shall be uploading the second poem for you all, but first a quick update on life. I don't think you care; but I'm gonna tell you all anyway.

The mocks have started. (Warning: I may not post often because of this.) Today I had History, then additional science.

I failed science.

I'm exausted. I hate exams like anyone else does, and I just wanted to sleep for the rest of the day afterwards. You're lucky I'm writing this, I could be asleep! Joke, I don't want to sleep right now.
So yeah.
Back to the poem.
Ok, so I'm gonna' explain why the poem has been written and who it is in the point of view of. It's not me. It's not a film character. It's not a book character. It's not a real person - historical or current. The person has no relevence to people generally, the only people who would know what the poem is about would be those of you in my drama class. If you're reading this, you're probably thinking I'm sad for writing this about her, but I think it's relatable. 
Basically; the girl has rumours spread about her, she may be the new girl who everyone finds weird, but she is getting greif at school, at home, anywhere really. It's been a while and everything has built up a bit too much in her mind. The poem is basically her thoughts, what she'd like to see and feel. If you've ever felt like I've just described, you might find it relates to you? I don't know; I think I've felt this way in the past. (I'm not psycotic. Everyone feels like this sometime I think, it just doesn't actually amount to the consiquences you say or think.) Anyway. The poem's called 'The day the smiles stopped'. Well done Annabelle on winning the naming competition against Shannon. It was decided by the amazing Charlotte. Thanks dude. So yeah; enjoy. =]

Dark red dripping walls:

That’s what I want to see;

Just to see them suffer,

Just as if they’re me.

Their smiling evil faces –

They think that they’re all so great,

That’s just the kind of thing

That fills me up with hate.

I’d like to see them notice

The world in which I’m in,

And to see them try to cope with

What I cannot even begin.

I’d love to hear them cry,

So I’m not the one that has to,

And just to see them struggle

And try to make it through.

They think that I’m the weak one,

Well now who’s crouching low?

A thousand people down;

The entire world to go.

Thanks for reading guys. I've waffled on enough, so I wont torture you with it now aswell. Comment and pass it on please! =]

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Kbye. =]