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Chapter 2 - Foreigner

This poem is dedicated for my Uncle. He was Japanese, but lived in France. Everyone made fun of him. He later killed himself. I will always love him.

Chapter 2 - Foreigner

Chapter 2 - Foreigner
Foreigner

I was frail and sick, the other children said. I was hated everywhere, because I did not have any goal. I was useless, I could not do anything well. I was awkward, stupid, and ugly. I was different. The other French children laughed at me, because of my tilted eyes. I was different. The other parents chattered and whispered. I was different. My professors said to me that I did not know anything. Since I was different. I will show them all, I cried. I will teach them not to tease others! But I knew inside, that I was bad, and they were perfect. I was different, and I would be always. Why God? Why did you give me the life in this body, just to be critisized? I will always suffer, I suppose, because I deserve it. I deserve it all. Since I am different.

For my uncle

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NatsukiKuga on October 2, 2007, 5:33:17 AM

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