People
(poems go here) people look at me and they see nothing, they act as if i dont exist in this world. my head is spinning in a big twirl. they pick on me they call me names, i cry at night to hide the pain. as i look around there is nothing to gain. people can be so cruel, they look adown on us as if we were the fool. as i sit here and hide from the cries i get up and i must face them on the inside. i push through all this torment and pain, in the end i know i will gain. as i put a beautiful smile on my face, i know everything will be okay.
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