One, Two, Three, Four,
I don't think I can take it anymore.
Five, Six, Seven, Eight,
All this anxiety keeping me up late.
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve,
Bruises on my body begin to swell.
Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen,
Does anyone care about how I feel?
Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty,
Nothing is left, for I am empty....
Twenty-one, Twenty-two, Twenty-three, Twenty-four,
Marching out of the depression door.
Twenty-five, Twenty-six, Twenty-seven, Twenty-eight,
I can stop this now, It's not to late.
Twenty-nine, Thirty, Thirty-one,
Thirty-two,
Everyone stand up, all of you!
Thirty-three, Thirty-four, Thirty-five ,Thirty-six,
We can stop the bully's tricks.
Thirty-seven, Thirty-eight, Thirty-nine, Fourty,
Finally, everyone will be free.
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Fighter Or Hider
PoetryBullying is a very bad thing. This poem asks you if you will fight against the bullys or hide. What would you choose? 🖤🖤🖤