In an unpretentious school,
Was a short-haired boyish girl.
On the day of April Fools,
her life began to unfurl.
“She’s a boy,” her classmates claimed.
Behind her back, unashamed.
On April 1st, they pulled a trick.
Hiding in the restroom quiet and slick.
Pictures taken of her mass unclothed,
From eye to eye her body exposed.
She sobbed and sobbed at their cruel conspiracy.
That was the end to her only privacy.
One by one, she lost her friends
Left with her miscellaneous odds and ends.
Including the picture of her deceased mother.
A detail known by no other.
Then one day, loved photo in touch,
A student snatched it from her clutch,
Threatening to tear it until she explained it.
That was the end to her significant secret.
Laughed at, played by, made fun of.
Not even a single respond from above.
Knowing a single answer is near,
There are days she wishes it were here.
It’s too much, she cannot take it.
Each day ten times worse to even fake it.
A note left behind, a hand clasping a knife,
That was the end to her life.
- Jenny Lam
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Often smile and effortlessly laugh
Make the world a better place on your behalf
Have intelligent people respect you
Gain the affection of little children too
Pull through the betrayal of false friends
Also find the best in others and make amends
Feel the triumph of accomplishing a goal
Live your life with no guilt to your soul
Earn the approval of the biggest fault-finder
Know you have helped someone no matter how minor
Recognize you can’t achieve every single dream
Realize life’s quick, so push to redeem
- Jenny Lam
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC