Bitter Girls
Went on a trip
We came to a stop to get some ice cream
I stayed because I didn't want any.
So everyone left, I was alone.
I looked through the window at the buildings, and people
I saw two pretty girls my age, I smiled and waved.
They stared at me for a moment then began laughing
And pointing at me and asking if the other girl had seen me.
I started to cry once they left.
That is why I am scared to talk to people, that is why I doubt myself
I managed to stop crying before my family came back
They didn't notice my pain.
I write this poem to the girls who didn't see the happiness I showed them
They clearly didn't understand that they didn't deserve it.
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