Bullying
I am tired.
I am tired of being pushed around like a puppet.
Tired of the insults that ring in my head like alarms, like a reminder of who I will always be.
I am tired, tired of all the days that pass by and no one does anything to rescue me from this misery.
I wish someone would notice how tired I am.
Everyday at school is the same, I wake up knowing I will have a bad day, well what other way would it be.
Can you help me?
I have wondered of the days that I once was happy.
The days I did not have to worry about being excluded of everything, becuase of my looks.
I know I am ugly, but you do not have to constantly remind me.
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