Appearances Of The Bullied Teen

He looks at though he has been beat

I know who did this to the boy

And now he is just lying in the street

he used to be a boy with such joy

 

He looks as though he has no home

I also know this boy living in the road

for I always see him roam

and paid no mind to the sadness he showed

 

He looks like he needs a friend

yet I just keep walking

I know the messages he sends

And I don’t want the bullies knocking

 

I should go to this boy, but what will they think

For I finally got them from my blink

This poem is about: 
Me
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