My dream
I dream at night the same dream over and over,
Wishing it were all true, but it's not.

All I dream about is to be liked by everyone
And everyone likes each other;
No matter what's wrong with them
Even if they're different-
Dress different, act different, learn different,
Even look different,
No matter what, still be liked.

Be then - it was all just a dream,
Mine, yours, and everyone elses' dream,
I wake up to reality,
Then go to school in misery,
Just all a bad dream,
Not real life...
Like we all wish it were.

by Katie

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