Poetry?

This is a collection of poetry that I, Mist the Elf, has made during random school hours. Please enjoy!

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9. Judged

I sit,

Frustrated,

My mind churning with thoughts.

Un-lady like thoughts.

 

My face goes red,

Judged again.

But, today, by a tacher.

I am so close to swear out loud.

 

I stand up,

My teacher turns,

I say my turn.

I am beat to the ground.

 

Everyone stares,

At the bloody scene.

My techer laughs.

I cry.

 

I snap back,

From my mind.

I luagh at my judger.

My teacher looks hurt.

 

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