She's their victim,
The one they pick on
And bully and abuse,
Her body is filled with never-ending scars
And painful memories stained in her forever.
Why me she wonders?
I have done them no wrong
But yet they stump me on the ground
Painful bruise across her skin,
They beat her and laugh aside when she cries.
Is it really that funny?
Toying with ones feelings and leaving such disgusting scars
She always try to avoid them and deep down she cries inside
But its as if she wasn't suppose to have existed,
Perhaps it is so
It wouldn't be a surprise
She had been told so by her very own 9 month carrier
High grades she aim at but get ridiculed at by those terrible people
It pains her deep down inside
Perhaps one day it will change
But for now she just has to have faith and trust in god
She will pull through
I should know because.......
She is me
And I am her
Yasheka Watson
YOU ARE READING
Heartwritten Poems
Poezie"Where do I start? I guess on my mark. Cause he's unexpected."
