My feelings are expressed in many ways.
But I am sad every day.
People make fun of me cause the way I walk, talk and my teeth size.
It just makes me want to die.
I try not to cry.
I try to be brave in many ways.
But the pain does not go away.
People don't understand my situation.
I just am so peasant.
I feel like I transferred school.
But at the same time I am having fun.
My friends make me feel comfortable.
Now instead of being sad in every way,
I just go to school and have a good day.

I am from the silent tree
As quiet as can be
I am from the bright night moon
Lightening up the shadowy room

I am from the eager soul
Eager to reach my goal
I am from the racer in a race
Always trying to keep up my pace

I am from all the silly stickers
The Hershey bars and Snickers
I am from strict parents always telling me "behave"
And teachers always telling me "be brave"

I am from traditional soups and breads
From knitting-sewing, one needle but many threads
I am from a big family tree
And a really, really great family