Trial

i was bored.

I feel like I'm on trial

With all this judging going on

I swear to you I'm inoccent

I did nothing wrong

But rumors fly

And they believe each and every one

Just make the weight on my shoulders

Feel like a ton

Pass me in the hallway

Sure, I'm alright

But I know what you're thinking

This feeling I cant fight

Its not at all true

Those things they say

But no one sticks with me

At the end of the day

So I'll sit alone

On this playground swing

Until the moon and sun

Form a perfect ring.

Author's Note

sorry the font is kind of small, i had to make it all fit in.
anyways, constructive critisim.

Reviews

[Keriun]

Perfect poem :) Absolutely. 5/5 :D

[D Hughes]

i like it, well i was iffy about the font. but over all it was good. i like how you broght light to the he say she say.
great work

[Bud]

Rumors are much like plants... they grow, but without any nourishing of truth, they soon fizzle out. Outstanding.

[ProseAspiration]

It's a little dark, and you feel a little sadness from the poem. I feel myself feeling for the person in this poem. It's stupid the criticisms of those who play at understanding us. You did good expressing the persons hurt in this poem.

[snapstache]

Sydney! Love it!
Does this come from how everyone thinks you're emo??
I don't think you need to change anything!
This is my favorite by you...srry about your mom reading you poems... :)
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