I cry <br />alone <br />they don't care <br />my former friends <br />in the clique <br />they've changed <br /> <br />left out <br />mom asks <br />how was school? <br />I lie <br />'fine' <br />she wouldn't understand <br /> <br />the clique <br />i am not in <br />the girls <br />who ignore me <br />I want to crawl up in a corner and die <br /> <br />I know they laugh <br />at me <br />my style <br />my clothes <br />my hair <br />but not to my face <br /> <br />the parties <br />I'm not invited to <br />they talk about <br />right infront <br />of my nose <br /> <br />I want to scream <br />I need to talk <br />to somone <br />anyone <br />but I don't have anyone <br /> <br />the clique<br /><br />Annie Janine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clique/
