Pam Deremer Poet I do not know?

High School

High School...
Where the continued shaping of who you will become occurs....
should you buy into others beliefs.
Where you day dream about being one of the popular ones...
the ones labeled winners and most likely to succeed.
Just once you'd like to know what it felt like to have
everyone envy you and want you to be on their team,
instead of being the last one picked...and that's
only because there was no one left.
Just once you'd like to be included in the in crowd,
instead of the outcasts.
Just once you'd like to show up at school in a name brand outfit...
instead of second hand clothes...as others point and laugh.
Just once you'd like to feel what it felt like to sit
at the popular table at lunch...instead of being blocked by
someone everywhere you tried to sit down.
Am I really That bad? Am I really that unworthy? Am I really such a Failure?
Only if you buy into what they say
They are the shallow ones...the ignorant ones.
Someday they may very well find out what it feels like
to be on the outside looking in.
So stay strong! Know that you are loved...and those days of feeling less of a person will pass...as you who consider yourself an ugly duckling...will turn into a swan!

                            P.R.Deremer

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Tu Tran August 17, 2015 at 8:02 AM Nothing beat a dose of Pam poems early in the morning. I'm getting ready to go to school, Pam. Smile. I enjoy reading your poems as always. Tu Pam Deremer August 17, 2015 at 12:07 PM You are so very kind. Thank you.

Cori Wunderlin August 16, 2015 at 12:16 PM You have done it again Pam. I was this girl too...wanting to be popular etc. My greatest moments was going to my ten year class reunion. I had changed a lot and time had been kind to me. Most people did not know who I was and several of the "popular" guys wanted my phone number.....my how things changed. I did not give them my number but my heart was flying. I am happy with who I am as a person and got over worrying about "fitting" in but some of the memories are still painful at times.

Andrea Dietrich August 16, 2015 at 10:50 AM Pam this one is full of encouragement and knowledge and wisdom. I was a bit this way in elementary school. Always trying to be like the popular kids. When I stopped trying and just found my "own kind" I was able to have a happy little circle of friends in jr. high. Who cares about those snotty snobs. today I bet I am better off than many of them. You might really enjoy the new thriller called The Gift. I love how it addresses this topic. WEll done on your poem. Pam Deremer August 16, 2015 at 11:22 AM Thank you very much!

Matthew Anish August 15, 2015 at 11:03 PM I like the encouraging message of this poem. High school was a mixed experience for me. I graduated from it at 16 but remember it now at 59. Peace & Love Matthew Anish Pam Deremer August 15, 2015 at 11:07 PM Thank you for your comment.