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Labeled an extra after sixteen years of never surrendering. Becoming a quiet murmur in a background of a thousand, until the exploding power of "o's" and "a's'",
When I was a kid My opinion meant very little to others I was told that silence is better than to be heard This became a problem for me Because society constantly made me out to be the enemy
I am vast and I am blue and more than you can see I am loud and I will be heard by everyone So with this crash I say -No- I decree That I am my own being and I cannot be undone
Everyday since I met you I've lost control. I began to feel like strings are attached to my limbs. You manipulated me. You dehumanized me.
 As a child,  your first friend,  who promises to be there 'till the very end.   That day in 3rd grade, when she finds someone new. Tells you that you were never quite good enough,
dear present,   i am the target of a thousand arrows. the bullseye for a thousand knives. the dartboard for a thousand hateful words.
Congratulations To the people Who can go throughout life without weight on their bodies Congratulations To the people who  became professional whisperers
They don't know anything about me. All they know is that they don't like me. They don't know what happens at home a place where I'm alone. All they know is that they don't like me.
Why do i complain? What can i solve? Just a girl standing at five one, I couldn't stand tall if my God had blessed me so. A loser from a small town, in one small school in one small district 
Voices everywhere Running in my mind Cannot let it destroy my life Ignore, Ignore, Ignore, Don’t let anything stop me Believe in myself Ignore negative voices BELIVE in my CHOICES
A baby, not even a moment oldIts story is unwritten, clean, untoldGrows into a child, encouraged to fulfill his dreamsJust be sure to fit within society’s scheme
Every time I walk around  The bullets puncture me The bullets of your eyes Your stare, the way you watch me  It stings into my soul but you know what I can get shot and survive
Push me down again, I dare you. Shove my head down in the sand. Make it so there is no air. So that no words can be spoken.   What would be new?  
Let me be me Stop criticizing every move I make Stop judging me, without fair play You make me out to be the villain Though I am the victim For years you acted out
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