A Poem For the Haters

They're all in this together, some sort of (machination) This hatred is gratuitous, or is it just my imagination? I may not be rich, at times a bit frugal, I (envisage) in my head insults thrown at me- they're brutal! At the (periphery) of my mind are some feelings that are hurting I feel like everybody hates me. It's a bit (disconcerting). I'm being consumed by this sickening (qualm) while the repugnant jerks teasing me are all so calm. I got nostalgia on the brain for when I was the queen. Haters, I implore you, stop being stupid moody teens! This was written for an English vocabulary assignment in high school. At the time, I felt like at least half the school hated me. I didn't know who to trust. Why am I making it sound like this is in the past? It's really not. This crap is still going on. I don't know what to do. All of your kind comments on my poems make my day. Thank you. Anyway I'm putting this in a contest for unique words. I had to bold the words but wasn't sure how, so I put them in parentheses.