Mr fish,
what do you wish?
My name is not fish but mr. Dish.
and I wish that you would wish that I was a fish.
Well I wish that you were a fish.
Am I Finished?

 

There is this girl,
she reads when she is at school,
she studies when she is at home,
you must think she is a lucky girl,
getting good grades all the time,
you must feel jelous of her,
you must feel ashamed you cannot be like her.

She is ashamed she cannot be like you,
because she cannot play,
she cannot talk.

She lives in a lonely world surrounded by books,
she is trying and fighting to get out,
but she can't,
she is stuck to her own studyig world.

There is no escape to all those good grades.

When people pass by, they say "Hi, Wanna play?"
But she is lost inside her own world struggling to get out,
struggling to say "sure why not?"

She can't because she has spent her whole life studying,
and now she can't get out .

There is this girl,
She lives in a lonely world surrounded by books,
she is stuck to her own studyig world.
struggling to say "sure why not?"
you must think she is a lucky girl,
you must feel ashamed you cannot be like her.
She is ashamed she cannot be like you,
and now she can't get out .

When everyone is dressed identically,
no one wants to be with me,
When I need a partner for Sports,
Well I'm only their last choice.

When my friends are walking,
they don't wait for me,
When I am sitting alone,
they just go sit next to another somebody.

Sometimes I think I am appreciated,
but when I talk nobody listens,
but when I walk to people they casually walk away,
but when I need the bestest help no one is there for me.

When I need to copy notes,
they say: WHY?
When I need a partner for sports,
they say: WHY NOT THEM?
When I say I'm worried I'm breaking the school dress code,
they say: WELL, WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT THESE THINGS? 

I am just tired, I hope this will stop.

For the people that noticed I wasn't at school today, this is why:

I was scared on the car,
when my mom told me that we were going to the doctor,
when she told me it was today,
when they would burn them.

I was scared, 
but not so scared as if I'd been,
if I'd known the pain that would come after.

When we got there the doctor explained the process,
he said it wouldn't hurt,
at least after a couple of minutes.
WOULDN'T HURT!

He was already holding the Liquid nitrogen,
already holding my foot,
I needed time to breathe,
time for him to say something like: READY?

No, he didn't.

He started with my left foot,
on a teeny wart,
at first it didn't even hurt...
and then my foot flooded with pain.

After a few seconds I could bare it no longer,
it was like a giant drill, 
drilling on my foot to get it out,
It was SO terribly horrible.

I was crying into the sleeve of my mom,
praying that the pain would end.

When he finished I told my mom I needed to breathe before doing it on the other foot,
she told the doctor,
he waited a second and impatient,
he continued.

Now I could still feel one foot hurting,
but now two!
It was SOO dreadful,
dreadfuler than when I broke my arm.

It ended,
and before I could say anything,
the doctor grabbed my foot,
before I had anytime to ask my mom for a second to breathe.

Again, I feel the burning on my foot.
It is actually a substance so cold that burns,
I feel as if I wanted to die,
I dread the moment.

When it's over,
my mom SAYS it's over,
but I cry and tell her it isn't yet,
and won't be for a while.

My feet,
I could still feel the Liquid nitrogen,
the dreadful Liquid nitrogen on my feet,
And It hurt so much.

And I promise,
it never got better until I went to sleep.

It still hurts now,
and I can't walk,
I can still feel the burning,
the Liquid nitrogen.

IT IS HORRIBLE.

The smallest slaves you will ever meet
Are out there working on the street
They fight day and night to be brave
And yet thier lives, we don't save.

They work until they're weak and weary
Until their eyes are red and teary
They collapse into a desperate slumber
The working days pass without number

Beat until bruised and sobbing
Jobs of work and jobs of robbing
Children working everywhere
Please, please hear my prayer

I think of you everyday
I try to help in every way
But some of the world doesn't realize
The pain and suffering in your eyes

So listen up, people, can't you see
Children the same age as me?
Working in factories and on the streets
The smallest slaves you will ever meet.