The real me!

Struggling

Well lets star with frist that I do not live with my mom and dad but with my lovely aunt.

This happened when I was 3years old and haven't seen them sence now.

I always get fun of because I'm slow and it just brakes my heart that I have to hear this.
I barely have any friends.
Maybe like a couple not too much.
At school I like to read and write storys and I'm very smart
I get real lonely. No one to talk to and have no friends around my area.
People always make fun me about how I walk.
It's not funny I almost cry in that hall way
Then in middle school even worses. Someone(not telling her name) knocked my things off of my desk and everyone but one laughted.
That person was my friend. She said to that bully "She dont deceved this. This is not her falt"
Then the bullyed went out of the class room and got a referal.
I went back home and told sept mom what had happened.
When it was time to write a poem (and I hate writing pomes) so I just did it
Well here goes nothing.
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