'bullying'' 'pain' 'depression' 'sadness' 'words' 'hurt' 'hope'
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I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I don't understand why do they look then laugh
I try to ignore it
Because I steadily endure it
But the is pressure pouring
To a point where I can't ignore it
Where all my morals just vanish
I will never be your own idea of me
I will never live up to your expectations of me
I will never live in your fears that you call “Being realistic”
I will never change myself for you
Fear was my best friend since childhood,
Kept me from getting hurt, like it thought I would.
Afraid failing the class, afraid of getting harass.
Be the best student, have a good tolerant.
She was once a happy girl
Her midnight mane flowing with the wind
You’d always see her pick flowers, draw or laugh along with her friends
Everyone just simply adored her
In the eighth grade I
Was heading to the subway
I heard my name as I ingested Arizona tea
“You got some juice, b”
“What do you want” was my reply
In the eighth grade I
Was heading to the subway
I heard my name as I ingested Arizona tea
“You got some juice, b”
“What do you want” was my reply
How much are your words worth? An effortless contraction of muscles, A minuscule wavelength of frequency.How much are they worth?
Why? Mr. Bully
Why do you think it's okay to bully me
Is it because I am weak? Because I’m not a brute fighting all the time
Because I prefer peace over war
How does a child grow up from being bullied? How does a girl that was longing to be part of something bigger? How does she learn how to speak?
