The Truth – Poem By Isabella Smarro

By, Isabella Smarro, Staff Writer

Sitting in a crowded room feeling all alone, My body is still like an unbreakable stone. Unkindly voices swift through the air,

I hide my awkwardness from behind my hair. A single motion contributes to dissolution, And just like that word there’s no solution. Jocks and the mean girls take center stage, While I sit on an empty page.

My legs hustle to find a position under the seat I contain,

While more and more empty faces come inside from the rain. They all shoot right through me,

Since I’m not incorporated with their version of we.

I’m silent like my frozen heart,

My purpose is like general art.

No one chooses the fine tip,

But they all don’t mind holding a grip.

To others I’m not that cool,

Since my version of hell is school.

I’ve been hiding in the shadows of solid black,

In hopes that my society would crack.

Allowing the wallflowers to shrink in joy,

While the kings and queens treat them as toys.

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Sitting in a crowded room feeling all alone,

Crazy like a helpless dog, can someone throw a bone?

A single touch of affection would sink in pretty deep,

With those single intentions I wouldn’t be a creep.

I’m alone and the deepness is growing every day,

If someone could just shape my face to look happy such as clay. I don’t want to be typical like the kids next door,

But without those moments, my life seems poor.

I have done nothing to be seen as this,

But their clouded mines take away my bliss.

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Sitting in a crowded room feeling all alone,

Quite mindless nonsense like their heartless twisted tones.

I try to show my kindness by being my honest self,

 But for some weird reason they leave me on the top shelf.

Confused on why the world accepts this,

While my mind completely knows that they miss 

having their asses kissed. I’m tired of this kiddish 

behavior that my generation shows,

It’s sad to know their minds will never really grow.

And the walls kept tumbling down,

keeping us weirdos out of town.

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I’m really tired of being judged,

It feels like I’m ink and I’m being smudged.

It hurts like hell,

Since I just fell.

Pushed off the acceptance wall,

Feeling so small.

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Sitting in a crowded room….

You know the deal.