I make mistakes,
Which makes me a laughingstock and a toy,
It doesn't feel right,
As I cry for it to be over I get pushed,
Kicked,
Punched,
And worst of all become a useless and weak victim,
I keep being trotted on with insults,
Please stop for just one minute,
Please wait so I can breath easily.
I can't feel myself anymore,
That's when they stop and walk away,
They leave me with my bruises and scars.
As I lay here and cry from all the pain,
All I can think is being invisible and alone,
And so I am until the next time for a weekly beating.
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My Poems
PoetryOkay I made poems that are somewhat dark and maybe sad sometimes but I was really in the zone when I was writing it. And if you ever felt this way or agree I just want to say be strong. And don't get that sappy mood. Oh and if you plagiarize I will...
