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Dear Kayla,
I can’t make you
walk on flower trails.
I can’t force you
to see only the good things.
To promise you
He pushes you
You cry
He stab you
You die
It could have end at the push
If you knew how to punch
I shake his hands,
Yet my toes are beneath where he stands.
He’s been stomping my toes for hours,
Pacing on them as he explains why his belief, should be ours.
Any longer and my toenails will fall off,
Fat. Ugly. Emo. Gay
we've all heard what the haters say.
they act so kind right to our face.
but then they talk crap once we're replaced
by yet another hater (who hasn't really seen)
She spoke loud and talks with a voice that unheard of
she spoke loud and theres no face revealed
A girl is hiding, hiding behind that curtain
That curtain right there, I know I am certain
That is her, that girl hiding behind that curtain
She is shy and uncertain and bullied eveyday
there is something wrong in a world where we pour ourselves out to
strangers on the internet
but our best friends dont know our torment
and there is something wrong in a world where beauty is only skin deep
She takes her seat before the glass.
The reflection she sees so far from what she feels.
“Why do we show the world a mask?”
She pondered.
you thought this time
it would go by the book again
it almost always does
you know the one
it's my own edition
maybe
but its always the same story
or it was supposed to be
Be the Change.
Stop the bullying.
Instead of tearing them down bulid them up.
Or say nothing at all.
I don't understand why we are the way we are,
Most of this generation's cares belong to money and cars,
What happened to all the kindness, respect and laughs,
All we distribute is violence, hatred, jabs.
