Poems about Bullying

sometimes we let people get the better of us they destroy us change our opinions on what we believe
Who Am I, The quest
There was a girl named Chloe who was as short as can be. She could never hurt a soul; not even a bee.
Ever had or knew someone being bullied Have you yourself or someone else been a bystander?
Yes, ma'am, we know Your son's in the middle of the road Laying in a pool of his blood
Slammed into lockers, Books pushed to the floor. Kids taking advantage of you, But top you,
I see a bunch of grown men liars Drake calls them story tellers with no campfire
When i was three years old I couldn't speak at all My Parents took me to see my doctor
  I am not who I appear to be, what you get is not what you see.

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