By: Jovanna B.

I hear the voices

Cold and shallow

I look down, trying to be invisible

But really trying to hide my fear

I see the stares

I look away

Are they talking about me?

So cold, so worried

I take a deep breath
Doesn't help at all

My breath is unsteady

My confidence is gone

Are they talking about me?

Girls ask themselves this day by day

Are they talking about me?

We cannot find an answer without them talking about us even more


They do it to make themselves bigger, more important

But its making others small

I am one of them, but what shall I do?

I am too weak

Too small

Deep inside I know I a m not

But the gossip makes me believe otherwise.
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12/13/2008 10:00:00 AM
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