Do You See Me?

Childish, chubby, and confused,

Sixth grade wasn’t my favorite.

Tossed around, picked on, bullied,

all for fun?

I just wanted to fit in,

So what the hell did I do wrong?

You all were supposed to be my friends,

Not the ones that left me with bruises;

Not the ones who threw my lunch on the ground;

All for what? a damn laugh?

But y’all didn’t stop,

No.

I pushed through the days that brought tears,

Striving to make sure you don’t influence me;

Striving to reach the day when I don’t have to ask,

“Do you see me?”