Poems about Bullying

I sat there thinking, What makes me any different than the girl next to me? I glance back looking,
Who’s to say what people can think?
You've all been to school and have seen how it works,  All the weirdos get picked on as class drags on
  Hello, my name is Grim, but you can call Me, Depression, for it is what they call me.
Shit I would throw back in my teachers face would be my pain I felt everyday I walked throw those hallways
Dear Mrs. Copeland  When you mark me absent it wasn't my fault I was in the bathroom had a date in the stall 
What is education? Education is a choice and a privilege. School needs to be bully free with a comfortable environment.
School I used to love it. It used to be my favorite part of the day But when I moved to a new house
    Do you see the girl with the smile on her face? Or the boy laughing with his friends? Well, is everything as it seems?
I tried to learn. I raised my hand, but "why" was a dirty word. You sat me in a corner

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