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It passes around until the last person sees.  Like a rumor spreading until the victim hears.  It’s like a needle penetrating the skin once it hits. 
A boy who is very blue, sat by himself in school. Crying is all the little boy can do; for no one ever uttered a single word. His parents didn't even know his own name. The boy grew mute day by day
i jumped on my bike as fast as i could but not fast enough, it did me no good the bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough laughing all the while he quickly knocked me on my duff .
Bulling is badIt effects people It is DepressionBullying is badIt effects peopleIt is AnxietyBullying is badIt effects peopleIt is Increased feelings of sadnessBullying is badIt effects peopleIt is LonelinessBullying is badIt effects peopleIt is H
I knew there was something wrong with my new friends the first time I met them It’s a pity I didn’t realize what until it was too late...
Only watch the crippling of the shallows but never the resting tides. Why watch the calm, the flawless? When you have so much to erase. Please, stay serene to those filtered faces and masked smiles
  I'm gay, I'm straight, I love, I hate, I appreciate I disrespect.  I'm smart, I'm dumb. I feel  but I'm numb, I fight but I fear. I seek, I hide I run but I stay in place. I won, I lost, I gave it my all. I gave nothing. 
The pain, it hurts, it rips and tears Unstoppable, but you don't care All the lies about me All the tears that have runned They're all from you and the things that you've done
Your walking down the halls of a familiar place as you see someone crying quietly in a corner. I want you for a second to put yourself in their shoes, experience the life their living and the pain that they’re feeling.
As a young adult looking back on the past, the amount of mistakes made is unfathomable. I feel as if the most important is something we all struggle with everyday. 
One more word. That’s all it takes, just one more word and you’ve completed a page.
I want to be more than what can be seen When the double sides face me And all that falls upon my eyes is my own image At least what the glass shows Some see me as one thing
The General looked as the ground shook. No panic as we knew what is coming Face the enemy, the finest and cunning We use the silence for our drumming. Facts as spears, logic bombards the rear
When I was in third grade my teacher asked the class to list words that corresponded to the asking of a question. He said to recite words that were used to ask all questions.
You tell me I’m worthless and that I’m a nothing, but I say the same things to myself without your prompting. You say I’m trash and not worth your breath, but still you stand berating me without rest. Does this bring joy?
My skin does not define meMy race does not define meYou can not define meI am who I am you can notChange that I am the on
A small step forward A little too close Beautiful rose admired Not like most   I may see The dark side But to what degree?
You're just starting out life and learning how to survive,you're striving for greatness but there's people telling you to die.You use to love your apperence, that was before you were asked if you even knew what a mirror is.
You're just starting out life and learning how to survive,you're striving for greatness but there's people telling you to die.You use to love your apperence, that was before you were asked if you even knew what a mirror is.
Bullying, Why do people do it, Why do people try to bring you down, Why do they make you frown, They try so hard, To make you feel like lard, But you just say to your self,
 Numb to all the pain                            Pain that people have caused                                              People that hate me
  Dear staring stranger,   I am who I am I am the product of two best friends I am who I am I am the daughter of a military man
Dear, the unwanted note on my whiteboard,   You stated, "Shut the fuck up cuz"   You were staring at me.  
Dear Class of 2018, High School is supposed to be the best years of your life. I hope that’s not true.
Dear YOU,   You were something that invaded my life.   You creeped in unexpectedly.    I tried to impress you, live up to your standards, be your friend, but didn’t get anything in return.   
 Why won’t they call my name? My name is You Yet they talk about Him And cursing That.
 You stare at this glass every morning Wondering what will be said today You wish you could at least get a warning
Okay Take a deep breath. You can do this. Three. Two. One. Search for the shade. Browsing, Exploring, Looking. Getting to my shade. Almost at my shade.
Dear Life Problems,    Why don't you understand? I want to be me!  But, why do you try to take over my life? You don't understand. It's gone too far! It stops here, now! You cross the line.
There's a border between his school and home life; a wall. At school one is always too something, "too fat" "too skinny" "too quiet" "too loud" "too smart" "too dumb"
Over the past few years I have stood by your side And now we are falling apart Like rain falls further away from the clouds.  
At the age of thirteen, I heard the word slut for the first time. I didn't know what it meant. So I asked my mom. She ws appalled when the short word tumbled from my innocent lips.
Fun is not my enemy It's verbal hatred that scares me Lurking and Lying Seeking to break a bone or two It's personal hatred that has followed us all We can never walk too fast Too slow
Most people do not see how they treat others. They fight, they argue, and yet for a purpose that is not right.   We all can shine. In the night sky, like a million twilights
     -Don’t speak- Look around. I am a girl who provides for my six siblings I have 2 jobs paying minimum wageBarely brushing by, i don’t get to have much to show off My bully doesn’t know this;My bully picks at my clothes, my hair, my rough finge
I wish sometimes, That I could fly away. it's a pretty cliche thing to say, but every word I mean. I want people to be able to  grow hollow bones and scatter at the first sign of bad weather.  
You see a girl who can’t get it right You see a girl can’t turn off the light You see girl who doesn’t belong You see a girl who does everything wrong But that girl’s not me  
Help me understand. I must know. I cannot comprehend why you beat him down knife in hand. You tell them you regret him,
Born from an egg like all the other ducklings And from a family who thought would teach it right, But who knew family could just be as bad? Intentionally laughing and pointing at it out of spite--
Over the past few years I have stood by your side And now we are falling apart Like rain falls further away from the clouds.  
Classic fairytales are like garbage   They reek of rotten apples   Pungently infiltrating the nostrils  
Boy
Young, sweet,  and kind,  this boy Has an astonishing mind  
The life of a blue duck is a hard one. It weighs you down, More and more. The other ducks point and stare, Until you think you are the only one there.
I was drowning and I called out for you, but you were nowhere to be found. The waves battered me again and again desperately trying to keep my lungs from reaching the air.
I was walking alone through the desert of life Every step I took came with heartache and strife I fell to my knees and could not bear go on All the hopes and dreams I once had were gone
When I look at yesterday, I can stull see myself, Years and years ago       - And I think It's only a nightmare that became true. I'm afraid it is really dark,       -Too dark to say,
People call me stupid girl because i don't have the grades that they got I try not to ignore the comments being said to me I don't know what to do i'm so confused and frustrated 
Congratulations To the people Who can go throughout life without weight on their bodies Congratulations To the people who  became professional whisperers
They  said "I was beautiful enough "They looked at me blankly, and saw somewhat fit thighs, a somewhat of a put together face Hazel eyes that are presentable,  heart on a sleeve  
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. The first time I heard this, I didn’t know what to think of it.
They don't know behind those eyes. Behind those eyes she bleeds for truth. They don't know the year behind her of bully's words stay seared into her chest with an iron rod refusing to budge.
One
One word. One action. One voice. One decision. One feeling. One person. We each have One thing.  
Don't feel down you are who you are. Think deep down and very far. As it goes on you start to feel sad. But think my friend before you do anything bad. I know it's hard I really do.
They told me I was too fat, so I changed a little.They told me I was too stupid, so I changed a little. They told me I was too ugly, so I changed a little.
Fear of being myself. Fear of being someone else. Fear of rejection. Fear of my brother and his harsh words that harden my heart.
My generation has been bred into stupidity A government issue codependency   High on freedom then drowning in debt I still can’t balance a checkbook yet  
We're spreading the odors Name calling like ogers  World full of freeloaders  Bloaters  Sugar coaters  Quickly speeding others gears  Like motors  She's a true devoter  Motivater 
I'm not a poet, I'm not even a writer I like to make people feel better, It makes my day brighter Understanding someones feelings is the key  Sometimes the only anwser is to leave them bee
1.  Get up, Mom will ask if something is wrong if you dont. 2. Smile when she drops you off at school, she loves it, just try to please her one last time. 3. Act normal,
BEING MYSELF Be yourself... That's what everyone says. But being myself... gave me this black eye. But being myself Gave me this bruised face. Gave me a childhood i wasn't ready to face.
Laughter, that wonderful blessing yet terrible curse that rips my heart into pieces. Laughter, the key to my joy and the searing hell that keeps me wanting to die.
While i sat alone at the lunch table while i was picked last for everything while my peers snickered and pointed My notebook and pen was always there When no one wanted to be my friend
[Freestyle Slam] 7/12/2016 Grave me with the words left unsaid; that drowsy night under the light pole I was waiting for a man who said had loved me.
they’ll be quiet and seem half asleep. only because they are afraid to speak. They know more than you and me. You judge them because you don’t understand the fight.
A big white bird flies by my window, and once again I am reminded of just how small I am on this planet. How insignificant I must seem to this perfect being. The bird grazes the sky with her magnificent white wings.
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