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When I was a child, I made a wish. It was a stupid wish. I didn't wish to have powers or be a hero. or even to be liked. Though i didn't have any of those things either. I had wished to be remembered.
Sitting around a new day in town. Start a new year all my friends are here. The look at me and all they see is my cut up hair. "It was my choice!" I strain my voice
Do you know what it feels like when you are a child and growing
Why am I like this? Why do you act like you care? Why do you look and stare? Why don't you help me?
You with that smile plastered on your face. You are so broken and so out of place. You hear those girls, whispering your name. If only they knew, knew your pain.
I am that tree you see over there. No not the beautiful one with deep intertwining roots But the one just behind that. I have scores and gouges throughout my bark From the angle in which you see me I look full of life
you hate things about yourself you don’t like photos you feel weak and unloved and uncared for
Expression: showing emotions through colour -- Music -- words -- creation. You give other people insight Into your feelings, because Humans Are Social Creatures. When you're healthy and young,
I am so over things being aesthetically pleasing. I am so over someone choosing one thing over another because they think it is more beautiful. We are all culprits. But since when is symmetry all that we care about?
"Have you ever felt Lost Tossed You are chained They didn't pay the cost You did With your nightmares
Punched, Kicked, and Bruised. No, they had never put a hand to me But their words were like balled fists waiting outside for me after school Balled fists that told me to be ready for a beating at 3 o'clock
I tried to hide I tried to run but I just...stood there
I am me. I am crazy. I am quiet. I am loud. I am not popular. I am content. I am me. I am my playlist. I am my grades. I am small mind. I am a great mind.
This is my story of the factors that determine me,Drive me to be who I want to be,And create my own destiny.I’ve never been a size twoAnd everything I would doWould be wrong to you.
The first time I was bullied I was in elementary school "freak," "weirdo," "loser," they would call me So I ran to the teacher, tears burning my eyes She told me to get over it
I hide who I am from most everyone today I was bullied and harassed back in the day It taught me to sit back quietly and assess Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
Dear Diary, Today I was pushed to the ground,
Everyday i wake up walking down long hallways its a place in my head i fly to escape maybe I'm an activist but i cant add this list of reasons why i cant breathe my future haunt me my past torture me
You Stole from me something important Before I could understand to cherish it You Lashed out at me For my overwheming emotions You Made me become Hateful of myself.....
I am beautiful Something I'll never change The way I look in the mirror How my eyes catch everyone's attention How I can make everyone laugh When I don't even wanna smile I know all the right words
#Hiddenbehindafilter Don’t look them in the eyes, they are the window to the soul your shall remain hidden. #Anxiety #NotGoodEnough #Fat #Depressed #Nerd #Prude
All my life I was told to cover Who I am How I speak, act, look I was told to cover my indviduality I was told to follow a set of rules Conform to the world's idea of me But I shine through
When we're pushed down, it is by one who has the same Bruises on their knees. When we're being made a fool,
Sometimes I think about that long summer day with my golden skin and that natural hair I was too comfortable in and I thank myself for allowing me to be free even if it was just me and a mirror in an unconditioned room.
I'm bout that B, town coming coming down
Middle school, 7th grade. When you think you have everything in the bag, something changes. It gets taken away, out of know where.
Art, Abandoned and angry. Alleys and attackers. Alone, Alone, Alone. Art, Abandoned and angry. Avalanches and alligators. Alone, Alone, Alone.
In the dark of the night, a little girl sat upon a swing
She’s a nightmare dressed like a daydream stuck on the outside of the world. She’s never enough for herself-much less the insiders. The words she speaks are formulated days in advance, rehearsed, edited, scrapped.
Life being bullied A young girl sullied
People have always told me:High school will be hard.High School will beThe worstTimes of your life.You will be beaten to the groundAnd pushed so low that you will Forget
Finally been thinking about all those thoughts in your head and those feelings that wouldn't come out? Sometimes you can't say it out loud,
She was talked about; bullied to the mind
Waking up in that deeply familiar, August morning cold, The old will be new, but the new will be old. Everything will be different, yet everything will be the same.
' 'she is nothing but a slut' ' face pale lips Glossy ' 'she is nothing but a freak' ' pale blue eyes chocolate lockes ' 'her makeup looks terrible' '
The guards stand at attention At your perpetually locked gate
In this little town it's not celebrated but being different is the best thing you can be. If you'd go to this school you'd see a bunch of the same. Who wants to be a clone? I was bullied for being different here
Bullying, A double edged sword. You take the pain, But what is it like to inflict it? You find your target, You spit out some words, That have been spat at you.
The bullied simply need a pal, someone can simply take a step and be the one to connect. Changing a kid's life by talking with him will instill confidence and optimism in him.
Silence. It crashes upon the shores of noise with the sound of television static. Then it stops. There is nothing but darkness in my ears and stars exploding in my brain.
She dances! She twirls! This amazing wind up girl! Come one! Come all! To see the painted smile doll! Put your order in today! We’ll send her, no delay! The price is really not that high!
If there's laughter in the halls It's at me If there's crying in the halls It's me Don't judge what has already been overlooked Another mistake Another silly mistake
You are the teacher. You are “all knowing,” but you don’t see that one girl is showing. You do not see all the judgmental stares, or extreme hatred, through terrible glares.
I’m told I will never belong I speak and act equally as they I’m told I should go back home Home? But this is my home Countless opportunities will be lost All lost to a nine digit number
School is a place of study This is the biggest lie As soon as you enter the doors You cannot help but cry Constant revenge for nothing you may have done
Slut.Whispers within earshotWhore.Pointing in the hallwaysBitch.Glances and snickeringDisgusting, ugly, fat ass, dyke, loner, loser, waste of space.
It’s you You that I am scared of You chose me as your target all because of the way i look Or maybe it’s because I’m better than you Are you mad at the fact that I don’t have to
Breaking Branches Falling Leaves Seasons Change Caring Need Rolled down Sleeves Icy eyes Hurting Heart Who Survives?
Some nights, I can't sleep! I wonder why? Some nights, I wonder where I stand in life. Other nights, I feel afraid, almost destressed. Resting nights, angels soars at my presences.
Without a raise of the hand, I stood Knowing that I could be stifled, I know I did not care. Without a raise of the hand, I spoke Meaning no disrespect, but respect was the only matter on my mind.
I’ve dealt with a lot. I’ve been bullied, I’ve been heart broken, I’ve been ignored, I’ve been abandoned, I’ve been invisible, I’ve been a target. They tell me it’s just the
Rumors,they spread around like wild firespread aroundall leading back to youleft feeling insecureand alone
I have trouble speaking aloud; it could because of the bullies. Words are easier to write, I don't have to worry. My voice will not shake; my hand is firm, as my pen creates a world out of my own words.
If this is living, I'm not sure if I want to live. If only I could move.. just get away, but I can only go where I am taken to. No one seems to like me and they seem to think
Most of my nights were spent alone crying to myself my best friend far gone steady being bullied childhood ruin-er fights with my mother sometimes wanted to be through with her
Sticks and stones can break bones, But words can break a person's mind. though to some, words are small and no big deal, to the targets they are far from kind.
I watch and I weep to see such potential to see such beauty to see such possibility left there to rot to stagnant and stale just because of some idiots the fear and the scars
Living in confusion? I know who I like. She, her. She, her. Keeping to myself. I am judged by the judged, I am strangled by religion. Beat me up and break me down. I am still alive.
Bullyied When I felt the first hit I cried When I heard the first word I sighed But what did you do? You just, just lied