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I am alone, I am afraid


Beep. Beep. Beep. As the alarm clock awakes me to my hell, I’ll tell you a story, I swore to never tell I get dressed trying to impress, Putting on makeup looking my best Smiling at the girl I see, Knowing that they will never see me Remembering the taunting eyes in the hall, And the things they wrote on the bathroom stall The bruises that trace my spine, And how I tell myself it will all be fine No matter how many times the rubber band snaps again, I could never turn around and yell at him Tears trace the surface of my reflection’s ugly face, Somehow I don’t fit in, I don’t have a place I am a broken wing on a beautiful bird, And I am a voice that screams, but left unheard Some teachers see it all, why don’t they stop it, Why don’t they make them quit? I am alone, and I am afraid, I am singed, burned, frayed The world has exiled me from happiness, Life has rattled me up and made me a mess Bullying is silent, no one hears, And I am left to drown in my own tears
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