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Over the past few years I have stood by your side And now we are falling apart Like rain falls further away from the clouds.
Classic fairytales are like garbage They reek of rotten apples Pungently infiltrating the nostrils
Young, sweet, and kind, this boy Has an astonishing mind
The life of a blue duck is a hard one. It weighs you down, More and more. The other ducks point and stare, Until you think you are the only one there.
I was drowning and I called out for you, but you were nowhere to be found. The waves battered me again and again desperately trying to keep my lungs from reaching the air.
I was walking through the endless desert of life Every step I took came with heartache and strife I fell to my knees and could no longer go on All the hope and dreams I once had were gone
I'm pretty sure we are all people, look at us. I'm not really sure why everyone making a fuss. Is it because of our skin or the way we act? I'm not sure why so many people bully, and that's a fact.
When I look at yesterday, I can stull see myself, Years and years ago - And I think It's only a nightmare that became true. I'm afraid it is really dark, -Too dark to say,
People call me stupid girl because i don't have the grades that they got I try not to ignore the comments being said to me I don't know what to do i'm so confused and frustrated
Congratulations To the people Who can go throughout life without weight on their bodies Congratulations To the people who became professional whisperers
They said "I was beautiful enough "They looked at me blankly, and saw somewhat fit thighs, a somewhat of a put together face Hazel eyes that are presentable, heart on a sleeve
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. The first time I heard this, I didn’t know what to think of it.
They don't know behind those eyes. Behind those eyes she bleeds for truth. They don't know the year behind her of bully's words stay seared into her chest with an iron rod refusing to budge.
One word. One action. One voice. One decision. One feeling. One person. We each have One thing.
Don't feel down you are who you are. Think deep down and very far. As it goes on you start to feel sad. But think my friend before you do anything bad. I know it's hard I really do.
They told me I was too fat, so I changed a little.They told me I was too stupid, so I changed a little. They told me I was too ugly, so I changed a little.
Fear of being myself. Fear of being someone else. Fear of rejection. Fear of my brother and his harsh words that harden my heart.
My generation has been bred into stupidity A government issue codependency High on freedom then drowning in debt I still can’t balance a checkbook yet
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
I'm not a poet, I'm not even a writer I like to make people feel better, It makes my day brighter Understanding someones feelings is the key Sometimes the only anwser is to leave them bee
1. Get up, Mom will ask if something is wrong if you dont. 2. Smile when she drops you off at school, she loves it, just try to please her one last time. 3. Act normal,
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.
For the times that been lost so deep into the past, for the times of dark and forgot, for all the lives that mean naught. I grieve, I grieve to the the dying sun, fell before and stabbed my heart,
I have stood, I have traught, in a land of dark and forgot. I have acended above the bullies. I have triumphed in my way, and set the course for success. I may not be the best,
Laughter, that wonderful blessing yet terrible curse that rips my heart into pieces. Laughter, the key to my joy and the searing hell that keeps me wanting to die.
While i sat alone at the lunch table while i was picked last for everything while my peers snickered and pointed My notebook and pen was always there When no one wanted to be my friend
[Freestyle Slam] 7/12/2016 Grave me with the words left unsaid; that drowsy night under the light pole I was waiting for a man who said had loved me.
they’ll be quiet and seem half asleep. only because they are afraid to speak. They know more than you and me. You judge them because you don’t understand the fight.
A big white bird flies by my window, and once again I am reminded of just how small I am on this planet. How insignificant I must seem to this perfect being. The bird grazes the sky with her magnificent white wings.