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Be brave enough to walk away And don’t look back Be brave to say goodbye Be brave enough to go your way Be brave not to tell a lie.
We see other people's livesthrough black and white linesto skinnytoo fatyou stinkyou cantwounding each other again and againso we don't have to feel our own pain
Everyone agrees that war is cruel   Everyone agrees that war is suicidal Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Broken promises, tolerance, Mixed emotions, stirring anger, Passionate love driven by force... Love- taken by force!
All the same sides of the same coin. "Privacy privacy!" In an intricate web weaved by the shadow spiders. "We value it! Protect it! Embrace it!" Yet the illusion of even typing these words are not so very private.
Yes, I was excited to go to a new school I was ready to move on to move past high school and meet new people   A roommate, how fun I thought (but) by the end I would be distraught
Sometimes people bully becuase they had  a rought time in life other times they do it for fun there are more then one reason on why YOU shou;dn't bully people say that it's unkind and
with the intelligence of a god, for whom intelligence is the base, it would hardly seem odd, if she got red in the face, when with the click of some keys, at a relatively quick pace,
Why is the world so judgmental? Like people, Hungry animals choose their prey By looking for the weak or wounded They pursue them—
He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.Swings his big word-hammerNever minding lies and grammarCuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
I used to be jealous of the way your nose tilted perfectly upwards, and I hated that mine was not like yours. I admired your skinny waist, and how everything came so easily to you. I couldn't be you. 
Listen to the shouts and jeers Words that are used like spears At home you let out the tears These are your darkest fears   They mocked you until you cried   Wouldn’t care if you died
Little WordsCreate the birdWho flew so highHe touched the sky.And when he tumbledTo the sandNo one heardDespite the birdWho got back upAnd tried again.
Invisible is something I crave to be So people will stop bullying me Dead is something that I long for Because my soul is suffering down to the core Bullying me can make me disappear for good
The world is mean. And yet people still find ways to keep clean the hopes of next week. And hey did you see that big bruise on Billy's cheek? Kids do not give respect to anyone anymore. It sometimes makes the world not worth fighting for.
My friend waves a phone in my face and huffs. It's a brand new girl everyday. My friend points and judges this girl with anger. She finds flaws in each and every way.  
I come from blurry images that look back at me from the mirror I say I'm beautiful but harsh words from the past hit me like a pair of Anvils weighing down on me Bulying hurts and lays skin deep
We call ourselves Christians In truth, it's just another instance where we fight to not get left behind We actually don't care We sometimes go there as a routine we have to take care
I hate you, and I can't stand up to you You represent everything that I hate about this world You are the epitome of evil You are the living proof of why no one wins by playing fair Everyone loves the tough guy
Dear, the unwanted note on my whiteboard,   You stated, "Shut the fuck up cuz"   You were staring at me.  
The world belongs to my backpack and I Amazon divine I belong to nowhere and no one, Not to you. I give my love away generously, Because it's mine,
Blood rushed down his arm  Just like tears rush down her face There's fire in his eyes And an overdose in her veins   Lord help these children, they've dot so much more to live for
 The eyes of the devil are staring at me, waiting for a mistake.           Like a predator, It glares madly to each of the steps I take.  
vested in veins spreading like spider webs of blues of black they say rumors spread like wildfire  which is only true  because they engulf  homes and hearts 
I count to ten and i'm calm but I swear it's all in slow motion. One.. Her yelling echos through my head over and over, everything she has ever said to make me feel, worthless. Two…
Why? Why must you spurn me so? Your words harsh and cold. Why must you abandon me? Leaving me lonely and melancholy. Why must you taunt me thus? Childish insults stripping my confidence.
You can never be sure of the changes. They start with gentle probing, a smile less straighter, a hand too big. The progress begin to grow, weeds in the cemented parts of a sidewalk.
Here we are, Sitting here, fingers intertwined, purple ribbon around your neck, dull knife at my throat. Can we keep up this deadly game?   Playing around, with our emotions,
As I slowly scroll I read poem after poem about an aching deep with in the soul   They tell how they were effected by the pain that was inflected.   It’s too much of a norm
Bullying seems only to me to be The single thing that’s keeping me from you, but not you from me You laugh at me, you push and shove, I run home crying, to pray to the man above Ask him to help, in any way he could
The Pink Bows wrapped in my Hair. The Carefree Smile I chose Wear. The Dresses, The Heels, the Jewerly Too. The Girl, they Thought, Only if they Knew.   Ten Years Later, The Bows Have Disappeard.
Open. I see my window and the light shining through, I smell the toast in the kitchen, I feel the sheets on my bed, I taste the damp air, I hear the singing birds.   
I’m laughing, smiling, Dancing like I own the world at age seven. Stars handpicked like strawberries for only my eyes to eat Nothing could tear me down.  
The boy who always yell, He bullies, He fights, He cries.   At home, Abused, Alone, Frieghtened.   No friends, No love, No one listening, No one.
We're spreading the odors Name calling like ogers  World full of freeloaders  Bloaters  Sugar coaters  Quickly speeding others gears  Like motors  She's a true devoter  Motivater 
What horror has appeared on screenWhat ghastl things that can be seenFrom cyber-space an image bearsUpon my monitor with a thousand shares  
I didn't know... that... It was a crime... To be real... So I guess ive been sentenced to life in prison for 1st,2nd, and 3rd degree words that burn your skin because you don't like the truth
Smokey room filled with chills, Empty bottles, and pills. Today's fears are tomorrows tears.  She feels Euronymous creep in, As he shatters every seam. Today she is seen but tomorrow dreamed.   
I am an emotive voice expressed through pen and paper, but once was uncapable of being heard  because six plus years of bully beat downs made fear seal every word.   
Sneers.  Leers. Glareing faces and hurtful jeers. A shove. A push. A punch, made from the fist. Cries and pleas, hisses and scowls. Whatever you do simply doesn't matter.
Stop pretending you are so nice, Hidden in the world like dirty mice. Faking a sugary smile with a honey voice, Taking a knife to your victims of choice. You are weak because you can't keep quiet,
The beast inside us all are growing. We trudge through the tall landscapes looking for lasting immortality. We judge others for their constellations, and disagree on the faulty moon craters.
We like to pretend that we're the three wise monkeys, We pretend to be blind, We turn a blind eye to evil, We pretend that we're blind and that it never happened,
Yes I've figured it out, Yes I've worked hard, But it would seem that only I am proud, Of my ability to say RAWR!!!!! I scream from the pits, The emotions in my heart. I scream so I won't fall apart.
Why are there so many things in this world to worry about? Why do I wait and wander in my worries when I could be doing something fun  like making babies or going on journeys? Why is the world so mean?
Hey. I am fat. Yes, I am a fat ugly bitch. Or an ugly fat bitch. Call me the way you want! But I wonder why do you have so much of problem with this? I have been tired of listening to the same thing over and over again.
He arrives at his living hell,School.Tortured and taunted by bullies,Like buzzards skipping and flapping around.One bully, the Dark One’s true name.The rotten bastard and his posse,
In your life, the saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” Is something you’ll hear a lot  
Is it you? The one that talks to me the way you do No? So is it you? I don’t know how to feel towards you Those repulsive, stomach turning, vomitous
The words of people have this cruel effect of getting under our skin, applied on the outside they are allowed to soak through. With the power to both heal and hurt they race through our blood,
Words, Sting like a bite, Cut like a knife, Cunt, bitch, slut, But no, that’s not enough, Fag, retard, gay, Hearing this day after day, Wearing us too thin, Hearing them again and again,
8-7-14 i remember it as if it was yesterday. it was my first my of school... not knowing a soul...   I got on my bus, immediatly people stared..  
He said they slept together They believed him
Mr. Bully Do you know how I feel? I wake up in the morning, and my mother hugs me tightly
They call me a slut Tell me I’m a bitch That I’m fat And that I’m ugly.
I think you all know this, To God we do belong, To him we depend, Let him be your friend, For he is always there for you.
I know what it is to be burned at an early age
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Spit and cuss I’ll make no fuss cause words, they’ll  never hurt me. Ha. I try to convince myself to this defense to my soul, heart AND myself…
I refuse I refuse to let you define me Simply because there is no defintion I am who I am I refuse to let you attack me You may not accept me but I do I do not need your approval
With nothing left to do or say, I turn around and walk away. I feel their eyes as they glare at me, they must not get my misery. They've never wanted to be my friend, so what would make them try and pretend?
I was a flower Now? I'm a withered, lifeless stem Petals brown and wrinkled Stiff and brittle Decomposing in the dump. How did I get here? You of all people should know.
It starts in 1999, when at five years old, still chubby-cheeked and new, I learned that make-up was for girls as night over night I watched my mother paint 
I still remember the day when I realized that the only person who can ever truly love you with all of his or her heart is yourself.
It had to be an Easy button  
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
Dear Diary, Today I was pushed to the ground,
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. 144 characters Is that enough space to cram,  Your fears, Your lies? That tear in your eye? What happened today,  becomes a post. And the winner is,
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 
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
Dear Bully, I feel sorry for you you must feel so helpless so alone so hurt that you must hurt others so lost, so confused that you have no other way to act to lash out
Oh my darling, It is not your fault the fact that you cast blame without a second thought
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.
You think you're in control? You think you can get to me? Well you're wrong. You may hurt me on my inside, but I'm a sheild on the outside. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. LIES!
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. 
The road to success is marked with signs and always under construction. To make something new out of what was old, there must first be destruction.
The world has taken focus on the way people treat each other,now people are upset on how they've been treated by one another.Most people can be rude or mean without even focusing,
How come you shove me against the wall You hit me until you see blood draw The next day you ridicule my faith Making me seem like a disgrace I pray to the Lord asking him why All I get is a punch in the face
You beat me, leaving bruises on my skin.
Neglect–ed Ringed out with blood and stretch marks. Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes. They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling. I kept falling. I failed.
somewhere deep inside you  there's a softer ,kinder place.
I am beaten. I am broken. I am forced into a mold, with no hope of escape. With an iron grip they hold me. My actions, controlled with impatiance and cruelty.   But my mind remains free.
People try to hurt you They try to make you cry They do it when they're feeling low So they can feel up high they yell, they scream, they kick, they punch, they make you feel sad
  So we look at life all
Take the lives , take the lives for what you are
You cut. You slice. You mangle your arm.   You cry. You scream. And pretend it does no harm.   The words. The judgment. They replay in your mind.  
If you arent in a sport, You aren't "popular."   If you don't smoke or drink, You aren't "cool."   If you read away reality, You are a nerd   If you fail a class,
Even though she looks unhappy to be here, every time the last bell rings she doesn't hustle out the door like the rest of them do.
  What I have trouble with constantly Is what I am ashamed of the most People look at me and say that girl is so extraordinary She can be herself without worrying about being ordinary
The Bully I hear their ugly words, echoing in my head. Ugly…Worthless…Nobody… I wish you were dead! Words cut deep, can’t you see?
It’s easy
Those comments you left 
No matter who I call out to, there was no sound. No matter how much I scream, only the silence had answered me. No matter who I went to, still nothing was done.  
Quirp Whore Asshole Loser  Bitch   You spit splatters of wavering whines Your words ringing through my spine  Judgement reflects from your eyes 
Beaten down Smacked around Not by fist But by words.  
“You’re a foot fairy” they say to me. “You’re a band geek” they mock at me. “You’re a Jesus freak” they bash on me.   What can I do to gain their love? 
Never Judge a book by it's cover. It's different from you to the other. They're much funnier then you think, Please, sit there calmly and drink. You judge silently like they all do,
your cruel words slam into me like a trainwreck attaching themselves to my every thought they soon become a part of my being tattooed, exposed, unsettling i slowly peel off the layers with help from friends
Large and stuffy building, jam packed full and tight, Hundreds of students gathered, trying to do what’s right.   “Get an education!” they tell us every day, But what they fail to do, is to teach us the way?
What the hell is wrong with you?Don’t you know I’m beaten and blue?Leave me alone.I’ve done nothing to you.
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me? My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
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,
A dreadful look upon his face, and I begin to feel embrace of power, entity and strength over his petty body's length.  
what are u gonna do when someone is bulling you'? are you gonna cry and stay down ? or are you gonna stand up and not let it happen? life aint easy and parents wont be all the time to  protect you 
Very often. 
Blind, Oblivious, Bastards     I see you all, I hear you all, I know you all You do not see me, you do not hear me, you do not know me     You speak loud words of nothing
Betrayl seems something of the sort
What are the boundaries of your mind? Quite similarly of one’s own confine. But why would someone of such intelligence,  Waste their brilliant thought with such arrogance?
you are a freak. you are a scaredy cat
When you see my half smile and bright eyes from a flattering upward , slightly to the left, angle...what you cannot see is more important. The pain my heart and hurt in my veins do not flush to my cheeks or surface on my skin.
I lay in bed and shake, my body trembles uncontrollably, I feel my bones break.    Her words hit me like a ton of heavy clouds, then all at once, the rain seemed to pour down.
You called me your brother.
The ones who wear their heart on their sleeve  We are the few the ones who are constantly stepped on The ones no one understands because we are too fat or too skinny
This is for Amanda Todd, a girl who died to young, a girl who thought no one cared, a girl who made one mistake she couldn't change, a girl who helped make bullying known.  
the first time i hated myself, i was 9 years old. groups of soulless children followed me around the schoolyard calling me diseased ridden, disgusting, fat... the laughed as my tears splashed on the table at which i sat 
why      help    myself,
Life of a bully oh how it must be to have people cower all over your feet Storming and raging, even the skies are afraid of who ever would come across you and your rage  
tonight i cried because i lost controll. tonight as i stood in the shower as i stood naked and alone i cried.  tonight i remembered when i was the girl the boys fallowed around  calling her 
Welcome to the world were everything is de
Greetings stranger, I am from the O.s. galaxy; many aliens have died in futile attempts to battle. Welcome to my mind, the requiem of of reality.
Im tired tired of waiting to have a perfect body tired of all the screaming  tired of all the lies  tired of not being perfect  why cant life be easy  why cant our generation be in peace 
I’m not bullied,not me.I never have been,and I probably won’t be.But I’m sickand I’m tiredof watching these people laugh at other people.
To be someone that judges makes others feel worse. why do you bother?  To act cool in front of friends and foes do you think that's how life goes? No it doesn't!  To those of you who were bullied take a stand! 
Steel rafts of ocean hands             Pearl into icy depths             Piercing through its smooth skin             Breaking the shocks of energy             Through thick blue
At the center of this universe He’s sitting and he’s scared But no one spoke a word,
Everyone has scars. They can be physical or they can be mental. They can be young they can be old. Girls have scars And so do Boys. The bullied has physical scars
Watch her run. Watch her run down the hallway. Let your laughter ricochet off the walls after her. Never let her get away without crying; that ruins the fun.    
Stop! Drop! And Roll! No, that doesn't work for me. I drop, bundle and fall as other start to kick me.Their shoes scratch my head and leave marks on my arms. I dress myelf in long sleeves so that no one can see my harms.
  There's a kid who sits In the back of every math class He doesn't talk to anyone He does all of his homework
  “They r just (w)ordz.” Tell that to the suicidal kids Taking it everyday, silent Letters (o)n a screen, never quite heard Yet stings of fag and slut ringing in the head
First day of high-school and you are roaming the halls There is no one around, no one to call. You hear the popular girls laughing at you to your right  But you don't even care, they dont even bite. 
How do I live with myself When I know that they are still out there. Their cruel words and their thoughtless actions hurt us all, but we will not fail.  We will not give in to their hatred
If you're physically sick, do you have to participate in class?
you think she is your friend she will laugh at your jokes but she has her motives    without me she had no friends  I gave her friends and my time I gave her so much untill...  
Girls like her, they don’t feel. That’s what you tell yourself. Vicious is how one would describe your words. But that doesn’t stop you from typing them out.   Without blinking you press enter.
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.  
Bullies often seem untame they call you a loser and other names. They bring you down to their own level, they make you frown so they feel special. So get off your butt and be proactive.
School is Supposed to be a sacred place, School is Supposed to be a safe space, Every student requires an equal opportunity, A choice of their own  Between success and failure.
Whispers and Glares Look back and Run Down the hall to the left
Like ebony feathered ravens --squawk, caw squawk-- beaks sharp as talons talons sharp as hawk’s   They prey on the weak, the strong, and the brave, the boisterous, the silent,
You see that kid  Yes the one by himself You think he's a nerd A loser Or even maybe a nobody All his classmates trease him Then to go home And just get yelled at by his parents
Petrified air sits frozen in the sweltering, deserted city of sand. Its horizon the same in all directions, rural settings look crowded to this muted kingdom.
Dear Bitch You want me to burn? To die? Calling me ugly till I cry! What else is there to do? I went to you Mr. Dean I went to you Mrs. Principle but what did everyone say?
WhoreSlutBitchCuntLiarWords hurt.They pile into my eardrums.How?Why?Wrong?Questions fill my head.I don't know. I don't know.I don't know.
  Teachers don’t work hard nowadays Rather than focus on education They focus on my grades I may have passed your damn class
I watch her sitting there in class,Her hand on her chest.And I feel a twinge of sympathyFor I know she needs to wretch.
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.
Excuse me Miss Please stop asking me the same questions over and over I know my assignments are late I know some things aren’t turned in Truth is when I get home I don’t want to think about school
A kid walks down a hall she gets shoved into ever locker mentally and physically abused by all those around her Shes all alone what do you
Yeah, my brain's getting bigger,   But my skin's getting thinner,   The test says that I'm a winner,   But I'm not.      Let me know that this won't last.   Tell me that it's just a class,  Don't tell me about all the past,  Leaders of the land.  
  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
Everything to you is a contest of snobbery Cunning and soul-less is how you wish we would be You drive us apart by dangling the carrot in front of our faces Ignorant is the student who actually chases
the words flood around me become part of me people laugh in school calling me freak and others words but into my skin forever scaring me   i go through everyday wondering, hopping
Lips, pierced, lined but swollen. Eyes narrowed, but your content was stolen. Purple outlines, slits along my jaw, like nails they scrape but my eyes, they call.
I can feel you grow weaker As you step inside the class You use to torment me endlessly But those days have passed ……………………………………………….
   You walk these halls with your head held high.     The boys watch you as you walk on by.        You are Miss Popular with your fancy clothes.       But do they know what is going on when the door is closed?
Hate. Seems like you can’t function without it.   Have your coffee dark roast— Extra bitter. Lukewarm, Grounds swirling in the bottom, --Swirling like those hateful thoughts,
Click Click, The sound of the mouse is so profound, The click and clatter of words being typed is no unfamiliar pattern These hurtful words that you type you don't speak so you think they don't matter,
Dear teachers, I tried to fix my life broken from harsh words that were said under your nose  by miss perfect miss 4.0 miss captain of the sports team miss daddy is the school board chair
  The social media has built up bullying   And the principals won’t do anything   They say “kids will be kids” or “we’ll figure something out”  
She's going to school but she doesn't want to Apologies won't change her mind Kind words are too late this time Now it's too late to go back and change Stuck in school, trapped in a box
Since we are forced to come Might as well try and make it fun, But when you feel as if you’re dumb We might as well lay down and be done.   You act as if you do not see The pain inflicted unto me.
Chased down the halls, Laughter pounding your ears. Kids yelling names your way. As you run, you grow smaller.  Fianlly, Find your favorite teacher. Plead for help,
He had large nostrils red hair and freckles. He was the second biggest boy in class and my friends were the smallest so I always fought him  when we wrestled with his posse.   
I was an ass. I was shy but an ass. When I worked up the courage to talk, all this gross undeserved arrogance would spill out like: "I'm probably smarter than you."
When a blade rests on your wrist  They say there's more you can do  When a knot is tied around your neck  They say the lies were never true When you're ready to take a leap  They say you're stronger than this  And when you're long gone They say li
My heart has become concave do you not see the mess youve made? by telling children how to behave by telling children they arent great be it by default or by defame you supress us you are the bullies
I want to fly, I want to soar, I wish I would try, I wish I did a bit more. Why don't I move, Why do I stay still, Why doesn't this pain soothe, Why do I still have this chill?
It’s the beginning Born the same, life is simple Why would there be hate? But the winds change Clouds turn black with jealousy And the cold descends Eyes stare with hatred
My neck cringes as I stretch my mouth from cheek to cheek, My teeth reflecting the indulgence they constantly seek, “Smile,” is the only word they directly speak,
when I was a child I was told that words can never hurt me I was told that a word is just a word a name is just a name it doesn't hurt. that's a lie. words are like knives in the back of the legs
Let’s play a game, we’ll start with you Tell you what I feel, not of use Arrogant, lazy, always crude Tug another knot, tie the noose   Cowardly ways, I’ll take the blame
say something - anything... let me know that i am still human that you don't hate me let me know that you realize i have feelings just like you   smile at me - a genuine one
I saw it all, just because my locker was next to his. His silent cries, the bully can't hear ring through my own two ears. The bully will push and shove, and the kid will be silent, but cry out for love.
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
Like the queen of England, You sit on your throne. Trying to make others feel worse, Making them see, that they you own   That they’re alone in this word, That they’re some kind of freak
If I disapeared would anyone know? If I disapeared would anyone care? If I didnt go online would anyone take notice? If I didnt go to school would anyone lose sleep? I guess some might figure it out 
(poems go here)Freak they say Freak they chant, Well, I am that freak   I am the book worm in the corner I am the quiet one in the class I am the one who eats alone.   I like my books,
To degrade self esteem Of a human soul Can degrade life itself Depression takes its toll For the weak Don't feel complete Until withering Has reached its peak Utter despair strikes
To degrade self esteem Of a human soul Can degrade life itself Depression takes its toll For the weak Don't feel complete Until withering Has reached its peak Utter despair strikes
It’s hard for me to do this without you It’s hard to succeed without “u” The letter that I’m writing at this moment Is probably the last I will ever write? Because when you’re never right
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.
A bully is someone who uses Insults, violence, fear, or manipulation To get what the bully wants Or just to put down those around them.
War is declared On all of you, who hurt Others; leaving none spared. You seem to use all effort To leave them despaired And, lacking comfort.
Locked in a room, Alone with the blade. Metal meets flesh And rips it apart. Blood pours out; A twisted, red river of misery. Life is drained As she falls to the ground And becomes a waste.
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
oh lonely wolf, your heart is crying out for help and so you howl at the moon, venting a prayer full of angst as you don't understand the ways of the heavens so you howl even more in the mystic silence
Maybe there are icicles on your tongue maybe your tonsils are the poles maybe you can't help the bitter frostbitten breath you bark at me.
Freakishly tall, Freakishly short, Freakishly skinny, Freakishly Fat There’s no escaping it because you are the freak show You, alone, is where it’s at “Step on up to see this thing!” they shout
Today I lie in bed all day Not wanting to get up and play With my friends, who am I kidding? I have no friends. So lost and alone. It’s just me, myself, and I. I feel desperate as I pick up the phone
I am tired of being bullied by people, just because I have blonde hair.
You push him down you call her names causing so many frowns and so much shame Why do you need to push and shove is it from greed? or a lack of love?
This is for the kids with twists of blue weaved into their locks of hair holes stretching the canvases of their ears and a meager, melancholy smile upon their faces. These are the ones who are stricken down
So scared and diminutive she looked craddled in that corner... completely unresponsive with short quick spasms to let us know she was still here. this could have all been avoided of course,
You have such power over my head You think the world is better If only I am dead who are you to tell me what to do? How to live my life and who to talk to.
Tired, restless Heart beats in your chest and Breathless You’re smothered by the background and Bound, restricted and backed into a corner Hungry and famished, your throat aching to sing a song
Be careful where you are stepping It’s hard to see with your chin so high And be careful not to look so deep Into the blueness of the sky Keep your mind on planet earth Not in the chimera of your heroics
Everyday I walk down these halls terrified I can feel the stares and read their lips Calling me anything they can think of Just to hurt me My mind fools me Making me think I'm strong enough to take it
Why are you so mean? I don't understand You bring me down Again and again
Waiting. Waiting for our reunion. We had so many plans together. But it all went to hell in the last few months. Your grandpa’s death, your dad’s abuse, your mom’s BS,
She stands looking at herself with eyes of pure hatred. She picks out every flaw, every mistake; She burns that thought into her mind. No one can bully her the way she bullies herself.
Little Marco is the smartest boy in his class. Other kids think he's weird all because he doesn't like to start trouble. He's respectful and creative.
I looked on in horror as everything seemed to happen in slow motion I wanted to help, to cry out and tell her that she needed to fight They were shoving her around, rough as a stormy ocean
I felt the frost on my tongue, because I was growing young and the sun didn't shine from the words I spoke. I kissed a flower as I smelled a delicate perfume and walked in a cold garden among a cold world.
I knew a girl that never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts, she never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts. I mean it’s something that no one really thinks twice about or even once about her.
They call him broke and bummy He got a 14 on his ACT, so no they're calling him a dummy.
I am a nothing To you I am a nothing I don’t matter And you think I never will
I'm ready to get out of this small minded town people talk and preach but I never hear a sound They ask me what I want to be when I become a man Happy, but that's something they'll never understand
Breathe in Breathe out As the first fragrances of the world around you Tickle your nose And the scent of your mother's silky hair And your dad's calloused hands Fill your heart with warmth and security
Another day stuck in dismay Rain clouds follow me everywhere Just another bad day they say I know they don't even care
I have a cat, and then I had three, four, five. Alonelyness. Feeling the world caving in, the door to a better life closing day by day. Alonleyness.
You saw me there yelling for help You didn't care You saw the pain You could have helped me up You knocked me down instead You kept hurting me You didn't care
One day you will realize how much you hurt us physically and mentally One day you will see the pain in our faces One day you will noticed how many lives you ruined
I wake up, 5 am as usual I get ready for the torture ahead I arrive at school I walk down the hall to my first class I sit down "GROSS!"
Is it the motion in which we move? The slip of the tongue, The dialogue that foreign language so happily sung, Humans are all symmetrical rhythms full of bumps and cracks. Imperfections and private fears,
Ridiculed, the punch-line to every joke. Do not tell me what to do, I am not a part of you. Don't you know it hurts? The scars gather as well as the tears. Deeper they dig into my skin. Fears.
Feeling lost and so alone No one to turn to Somedays you just gotta hold your own Empty heart and broken dreams No one to turn to All alone and ripping at the seams Beaten down and can't get up
Am I a can? They categorize me, say it's what I am. But I am not made of tin, don't hold soup inside me.
The power of inhumanity, Oh how it sickens the remedy of true empiricism and how it swallows the color of a tender rainbow
Imagine a world where no one cares how you look like. Imagine a world full of peace where everyone loves you, for who you are, Whether you are gay, colored, or believe in a certain religion.
I love falling. Tripping, Aching, Hurting my knees. I love being hurt. I adore the gnawing pain and heartache, And I revel in the feeling of loss. The words, "No, you can't!"
Shattered My words are shattered on my tongue Slicing my gums Too afraid to swallow But the words are broken Will not come out They cut up my insides Because I have not let them out
We walk together Over and over I see your face Sparkling with delight and shining with beauty You've heard my voice As gratitude of your presence
You've hidden the true meaning of words Words escape your mouth in a blur You deem them only necessary I deem yours false You see me to be crazy But the truth has come out I am merely me
What is wrong with our nation? I don't know why our lives revolve around discrimination.  We have our share of freedom but just a little taste. We abuse our power by putting others down.
Did anyone hear about the LONELY BUG? It's going around like a crazy giving out lonely hugs You can never tell when it's coming One day you'll just find yourself giving in To all the pressures of the world
Well I know what I need. And that need is to sleep. And just as I begin to drift my thoughts began to creep. That's when I lose it. The hurtfull things they say bother me more than I'd like to admit.
who are we to judge what others like who they date to make fun of them to bully them all because of a 3 letter word GAY aren't we all are gay really we are but we just don't know it
Snap awake I'm full of fear Oh, its another nightmare Can't escape the staring faces running races I just can't win can't win
Passion By Austin Easley
I don't need your pessimism. I don't need your false hope. I don't need your tears. I don't need your pain. I don't need your broken heart. I can do bad all by myself.
I am walking through stone hallways can anyone hear what my soul is dying to purge? They are throwing bricks as I pass. Is it the shoes? The prom queens lies? Is it my refusal? I will not conform.
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