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Staring at you like criminal, talking about you as if your famous. 

Glares, whispers, rumors, lies, two faced cowards.

They sufficate me with their lies and rumors.

They disappoint me with their groups.

Im not apart of the "Group", I don't matter to this school.

They don't care, they don't notice what they do.

Teachers shouldn't put students down.

Teachers should be able to talk bad about their students.

Your suppose to help us not downgrade us. Im stuck in a place I can't stand.

Im stuck listening to all the hurtful words people say, im dying inside.

I wish teachers were more considerate of their actions. 

I wish teachers knew how we really felt about what they do.

I wish they would walk in my shoes, then maybe they would understand. 

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