hurt tears pain bullied
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BEING MYSELF Be yourself... That's what everyone says. But being myself... gave me this black eye. But being myself Gave me this bruised face. Gave me a childhood i wasn't ready to face.
i have seen small limbsslide through the armholes of toddler sized shirtsand their knees bend into boxes without any work.my eyes have watched them flow through a rowof school desks without feeling the push of cold
You all told me you caredYou all told me you would be there for meYet look where I am now Tears in my eyes Wanting to cry It isn't fairIt isn't rightUnable to sleep every night