Poems 3-5

Their Faces:

I walk through these halls.
Those girls are so pretty.
Till their faces contort to anger,
And they come over to hit me.

I walk through the corridor.
Those guys are so tall.
Till their faces contort to anger,
And they beat me till I fall.

I walk through the playground.
Those birds begin to squawk.
Till their faces contort to anger,
And they attack this little dork.

I walk through the classroom.
The teachers look friendly.
Till their faces contort to anger,
And they desire to end me.

Their faces will change.
Because every time they see me
They want me to know,
That no one wants to be me.