To Be Heard.

Thu, 05/29/2014 - 21:36 -- mle20

Everyday

I try and walk away

But no one ever will really know

What its like having no where to go

 

Everytime I talk about being picked on by a bully

They don't understand how bad it is fully

I tell my teachers and they don't care 

Until violence is as close as a hair

 

I will never understand what I did to them to make them mad 

Because I really don't remember doing anything bad

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