Tears no more

She sits in the chaos wondering when her misery will end

They laugh and stare as she walks down the hall

She ask for relief but they can't fathom the thought of making an amend

So she crawls into the bathroom and curls up crying in the stall

 

Weeping and whimpering she screams in her mind “IT ISN’T FAIR”

She hears the door open and balls up so she is not heard

The sound of laughter and snickering filled the air

She heard the words of the comments and burst open and says with slur

 

“WHY DO YOU HATE WHAT I AM?”

They look at her and chuckle

She advanced and speaks “No more shall I give a damn”

They tried to chuckle but there was only babble

 

No more will she feel misery that they inflict

She walks away feeling made of brick

 

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