What do you think of my poem?

Question

They know her secret
It's so funny they all say
Like she would have heard them
If she'd decided to stay

But hey what do I know?
I'm just the ear of the circle
I hear what comes in
And I know it all goes right back out

They talk about the poor girl
Though she's right there
Across the room sitting by herself
Alone at a secluded little table

Girls will be girls
And yes we will be, that statement
Is somewhat and sometimes true
But girls can also be cruel

Like these girls were to her
She was in fact a very pretty young woman
But they didn't seem to care
Becuase she wasn't pretty enough, they said

She didn't fit in so they made her life hell
Everyday the mocking began
From first bell 'till she got off the bus
And everyday it would get worse

She'd lay on her bed thinking
Trying to figure out what she had done wrong
If she had some sort of quality
That made everyone just hate her

THis girl was so quiet
And softspoken,
That when called upon in class
The teacher would have to lean her ear in to hear

See I helped ridicule this girl,
I was the leader of the pack
I was the ear of the circle
And the eyes and the mouth

What I said, went
Nobody argued, and
Everyone was simply content

I never said stop teasing her!
Because I thought it was funny
I was insecure
So I took it out on her

She was a beautiful girl
Talented, and very funny
She was sweet
But never stood up for herself

I wanted to say something
But I wanted to be cool
So I kept ridiculing her
With help from the rest of the pack

She finally said that she had had enough
She had decided to be tough
She confronted us
And said STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!

We didn't listen to her, of course
But I was hurt that she
Actually was feeling pain
I realised what I was donig to her

But I shrugged it off
And went on my way
We never ceased the teasing
The name-calling or anything

She went to the office
And tattled on us all
We were in so much trouble
We got lectured right there in the hall

She ended up transferring schools
Far away from ours
And never looked back
On those painful days

Now I realise that she was extremely brave
Not letting us break down her wall
That she had carefully built up
And she knew it was our goal to make it fall

As I look back I know that I was at fault
Never regaining anything good
From this situation
And I know,

That I'll Never Be Proud of What I Did

Answer 1

really nice alittle long but girl you can write enjoy yourself and make sure to give all your family and friends a copy u go girl

Answer 2

Beautiful.

Answer 3

For me a poem has to have rhythm. It would not inevitably ought to rhyme even though it needs to hit my emotions. i imagine readability of expression is major to boot. i do not pick to 2d wager what i'm reading about. I continually seem for what I time period "poetic gemstones"contained in the textual content.

Answer 4

Well, it was very long for a poem. I think it would make better song lyrics.

Answer 5

good