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"Hey you!" I called out to the popular girl
"What do you want?" she hissed at me with her bratty voice
"Do you remember the girl you called fat? She's now starving herself because of you."
"So? Why would I care?" she asked
"Remember the boy you called stupid? He actually is the smartest kid in school and now you made him feel like he was stupid."
"Whatever. Your wasting my time hurry up."
"Remember the boy you made fun of his laughing? His mother died 2 days ago, and you think laughing made him better, it made him worse.
She was speechless and looking guilty with the look in her face.
"Do you remember the girl that sleeps in every class and you called her "Miss Sleepy-Head?" Her mom gave birth to a 8th child and the crib is in her room. She has to take care of it, while you live a happy perfect only-child life.
She looked down at the ground and looked like she was having a hard time.
"Finally, do you remember calling me ugly, stupid, and fat?" I lifted up the right sleeve of my t-shirt showing her my cuts and bruises. "I'm already suffering bullying from my older brother, do you think I'm happy? Do you think life is easy for me?" I yelled at her, shoving back down my sleeve. I walked away leaving her, but paused and said, "and all you have to do is say 2 little words that do a lot." Then I continued walking out of her sight.
"What do you want?" she hissed at me with her bratty voice
"Do you remember the girl you called fat? She's now starving herself because of you."
"So? Why would I care?" she asked
"Remember the boy you called stupid? He actually is the smartest kid in school and now you made him feel like he was stupid."
"Whatever. Your wasting my time hurry up."
"Remember the boy you made fun of his laughing? His mother died 2 days ago, and you think laughing made him better, it made him worse.
She was speechless and looking guilty with the look in her face.
"Do you remember the girl that sleeps in every class and you called her "Miss Sleepy-Head?" Her mom gave birth to a 8th child and the crib is in her room. She has to take care of it, while you live a happy perfect only-child life.
She looked down at the ground and looked like she was having a hard time.
"Finally, do you remember calling me ugly, stupid, and fat?" I lifted up the right sleeve of my t-shirt showing her my cuts and bruises. "I'm already suffering bullying from my older brother, do you think I'm happy? Do you think life is easy for me?" I yelled at her, shoving back down my sleeve. I walked away leaving her, but paused and said, "and all you have to do is say 2 little words that do a lot." Then I continued walking out of her sight.
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Alone
I’m all alone
You’re far away
All I can hear,
Is the sound of me screaming your name
Here I am
All on my own
And all I can feel is
The warmth of your embrace
Where are you when
I need you the most?
Without you I just wonder around
Just like some pointless ghost
All the while just needing to hear
You, say that, im not alone
I’m all alone
You’re far away
Oh why can you just
Be with me tonight?
Here I am
Where am I?
There’s nothing left inside
And now I can’t see the light
I can’t, take this anymore!!
Where are you
When I need you the most?
Without you I just seem
To wonder around
Like some unw
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A Little Thought
There was a little thought in my head
A tiny idea with outlines undefined
But it wasn’t long before its roots spread
And it crawled in every corner of my mind.
It whispered things that I pretended not to hear
Then it made a mess of my already deluded brain
And led my actions as a skilled puppeteer
With thin threads stronger than an iron chain.
Soon it showed itself in its whole beautiful bipolarity
I dug my nails deep into my lips to chase it away
But after a few seconds gone would be the painful clarity
I’d lure it back, staring at the lines and observe their play.
It’s the thought that sings soft lullabies until the dre
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Bag Of Dreams
I once knew a boy
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
And heaved
Until finally
He'd leave
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
This boy
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
So mellifluous
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And
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To the people who bully other people, please read this. I actually get bullied by my older brother, but never cut myself. I was afraid if people thought I was stupid like how my brother told me I was. I finally spoke up, leaving him speechless, the bullying ended later and I didn't have to suffer any more.
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One that is straight to the point, and doesn't dance around the topic at hand. Bullying is a major problem today, but it has a certain effect to those who can channel that grief, sadness, anger, and let it flow to ink on paper, and great literature works of emotional arts. Some will even go as far as create their own world of fantasy, where their minds roam free, and their we can learn what our inner self is like. Pure, and beautiful to those who stay strong, or twisted and hideous for those who have accepted hate for so long.
You have written this well and I applaud you on that, and you described things many will not accept, except for those who have been the victims.