So, You Think You’re Hurting?

So, you think you’re hurting?


So am I.

Not from sadness,

Not from stress,

Not from my relationship,

Not from my family.


The stress of dealing with a bully is like stabbing pains.

Worst then stubbing your toe,

Worst then a breakup,

Worst then a flu.

Worst then the stress life is giving me.


Are you even aware of the scars you are leaving in me?

That drives me insane,

That leaves me to depression,

That gives me social disorder,

That claws away at my mental stated.

For once, just stop. 


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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