They Are The Problem
They mock me with every step I take.
They take away my light.
They are the nightmares that keep me awake.
They keep me from flight.
My shadow is my friend.
My words are my mask
They will be there to the end.
I don't even have to ask.
All my life, I've lived in the dark.
They took all that away from me.
Who, you may ask, took my spark?
I have one word: "Bully".
This needs to stop
Before it's too late.
Right now it's at its top.
The damage is too great.
This is why I write.
This is my fight.
To make things right.
To stop this plight.
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