Das Gedicht hat mal eine Freundin über mich geschrieben für einen Lyric-Wettbewerb. Ich finde es zeigt total gut, wir Außenstehende über uns denken und reden Vielleicht möchte sich ja jemand dazu äußern
He said that we became a new class mate,
her illness was her fate,
because of that she must repeat a class,
we accepted her more or less,
We wanted to know which illness she had,
but she didn`t answer that,
she wouldn`t tell us her story,
so we didn`t know why to feel sorry,
In sport lesson she always wore long clothes,
we looked strangely at her, but that didn`t bothers
her, so we wondered‘bout her behavior,
she didn’t stand in our favour,
She wasn’t the thinnest girl around,
so our boys nearly ground
her, but she was a very bright student,
she learns a lot, we pretend,
She never learns, she just know things,
never even used any web links,
she speaks French very well,
and talks until it rings the bell,
One day she didn`t wear her long shirt,
what we than saw was very weird,
her whole arm was full of scratches,
it was discusting to watch this,
She told me what really had happened in her past,
I changed my oppinion about her fast,
no one had ever liked her much,
she never had a real friend or such.
He said that we became a new class mate,
her illness was her fate,
because of that she must repeat a class,
we accepted her more or less,
We wanted to know which illness she had,
but she didn`t answer that,
she wouldn`t tell us her story,
so we didn`t know why to feel sorry,
In sport lesson she always wore long clothes,
we looked strangely at her, but that didn`t bothers
her, so we wondered‘bout her behavior,
she didn’t stand in our favour,
She wasn’t the thinnest girl around,
so our boys nearly ground
her, but she was a very bright student,
she learns a lot, we pretend,
She never learns, she just know things,
never even used any web links,
she speaks French very well,
and talks until it rings the bell,
One day she didn`t wear her long shirt,
what we than saw was very weird,
her whole arm was full of scratches,
it was discusting to watch this,
She told me what really had happened in her past,
I changed my oppinion about her fast,
no one had ever liked her much,
she never had a real friend or such.
Nicht alle sind glücklich, die glücklich scheinen. Manche lachen nur, um nicht zu weinen.
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