Chapter 1 - 1
Submitted July 5, 2005 Updated July 5, 2005 Status Incomplete | It's a poem about how I really am. A good way to understand me.
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Chapter 1 - 1
Chapter 1 - 1
My hair a dark wavy brown,
Eyes a light green blue,
Not very tall, but tall enough,
Sun kissed freckles on my face.
I’m not an outgoing person,
I can be very shy a lot,
But when I get to know you,
I can be your best friend.
I like to be outside,
Go hiking in the woods,
Listen to the trickling stream,
Watching a waterfall.
I love to be around animals,
Certain people too,
It might take some time for me to trust you,
But I soon will learn to like you.
I’m this way because,
Others have treated me wrong,
Called names, made fun of me,
By people who I thought were my friends.
I’m not the most popular,
But I have a small group of friends,
It’s better than a whole gang of people,
These people I know I can trust.
I guess I’m too shy,
That’s why I’m made fun of,
People think I don’t talk,
They just don’t really know me.
When I’m with my friends,
I talk a lot,
I also act crazy,
Because I know they won’t judge me.
I don’t come up to people,
They have to come up to me,
I guess I just get scared,
That they’ll be like other people.
I’ve never been the best,
Never done any sports,
Never had a boyfriend,
But I’m lucky I have my friends.
They keep me company,
And always cheer me up,
We are always there for each other,
And always will be.
So you see you can’t judge a book by its cover,
Until you really know them,
You never know,
They just might surprise you.
Eyes a light green blue,
Not very tall, but tall enough,
Sun kissed freckles on my face.
I’m not an outgoing person,
I can be very shy a lot,
But when I get to know you,
I can be your best friend.
I like to be outside,
Go hiking in the woods,
Listen to the trickling stream,
Watching a waterfall.
I love to be around animals,
Certain people too,
It might take some time for me to trust you,
But I soon will learn to like you.
I’m this way because,
Others have treated me wrong,
Called names, made fun of me,
By people who I thought were my friends.
I’m not the most popular,
But I have a small group of friends,
It’s better than a whole gang of people,
These people I know I can trust.
I guess I’m too shy,
That’s why I’m made fun of,
People think I don’t talk,
They just don’t really know me.
When I’m with my friends,
I talk a lot,
I also act crazy,
Because I know they won’t judge me.
I don’t come up to people,
They have to come up to me,
I guess I just get scared,
That they’ll be like other people.
I’ve never been the best,
Never done any sports,
Never had a boyfriend,
But I’m lucky I have my friends.
They keep me company,
And always cheer me up,
We are always there for each other,
And always will be.
So you see you can’t judge a book by its cover,
Until you really know them,
You never know,
They just might surprise you.
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Orelin on February 8, 2006, 10:10:18 AM
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You remind me a lot of well---me!!!! I'm kinda shy, but I do play a few sports. I've got a small group of freinds too. We look a bit alike too. I've got long brown hair & blue-green eyes, and I've got freckles. I'm pretty short too...but that's okay. I love your stories, they're very good.
Lychee on August 17, 2005, 11:13:42 AM
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