Epidemic
Alone in a class of 30,
Fitting in is so hard.
You have to be damn near perfect,
And if you aren't, you're scarred.
"It's an epidemic!" they cry,
But what's being done about it?
Cyber, Physical, Emotional,
Hell, even some of the teachers take part.
"It's part of growing up."
Then growing up sucks.
Some people don't even get the chance,
It was just too hard.
Some people need to open their eyes,
Before others open their veins.
It is an epidemic,
And it causes serious pain.
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