shadows
It's there, covered with cream
Painful, even unseen
How can people be so mean?
Are they even human beings?
How can they find joy?
Where is the meaning?
Never I tic nor annoy
Yet again, day after day
Is there meaning any more?
Nothing keeps them at bay
Food, money, answers written
And yet I will not tell nor say
About the shadows hidden
With makeup and clay
From a fist unbidden
For I fear who hits me everyday
Cause bullies always get their way
And nobody would believe, or care, anyways
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