*I been thinking about bullying at a young age lately and this is my poem.*
Those of us who are bullied, either break under the pressure, or get stronger, but keep in mind, it takes time. We are forced to decide who we want to present as our character as soon as we're born, but also that which we choose to present as our character is not what most people judge by, the physical appearance is what they look at. "Are you different?" They ask, "yes" you answer, they pounce. "What's wrong with me?" You ask yourself. Nothing is wrong with you. Takes a little while to break or get strong, doesn't it?
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My Poems
PoetryThese are some of my poems that I have written and finally decided to put up and ones that I have recently written and put up. They are personal, so think what you like, but don't judge me, you don't know my story. My emotions and me are in these po...
