My ears are ringing with the laugher
Everywhere I turn people pointing
My head spins due to the people
Nothing good comes of a crowd
Laughing and crying fills the room
In a circle they stand
The bullies laughing
The victim crying
The fakers standing there
Where has the light gone
It is not in their eyes
All eyes on the victim
The one in the middle of the circle
The survivor, the innocent, the strong
Only wanting the peace
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The Teenage Years: Read If You Dare
PoetryTeenagers live though a lot, this is the time that they start learning more and more and have to begin the points in their life that can either set them up for success or for failure. Their minds are full of random parts, some have been broken and m...
