Poem: Not so "Blast From The Past

So hard to cheer up
After remembering the past.
I didn't have fun,
But they had a blast.

Every rumor and joke
They pointed at me.
I hid my sorrows
So they wouldn't see.

People laughed more and more
as years slowly went by.
Remembering the pain,
I can never help but cry.

Seeing friends make fun,
Every tear I shed,
Distrusting myself
Locked up in my head.

Ingraved in my brain,
Forever more,
The pain and suffering,
since I stepped through school doors.