Those are the people who always has something to say about me,
I go to school not to be bullied, but to earn a degree.Calling me names and censuring their opinion on me like I'm a board where you can just post sticky notes and PIN them to me.
Placing harmful words on me , defining me on my outside, but you never said I had to agree.They don't see the me I see. What's on the real inside of my personality,
They judge me based on my appearance but never see me as an individuality.Laugh and point , make fun of and plead rumours,
If this is their definition of "fun" it's sick humour.I'm blunt because I don't realize that it doesn't matter what people offer to say,
You don't even have to listen to them, you could just walk away.Even through a group of people , you can still manage to reflect what's really shining,
It's not really what counts , what their defining.Do they pay my bills? No
When I'm sick do they buy me the right pills? NoSo what gives me the thought of caring about their useless , irrelevant thoughts about my life.
Treating me like I live in a wild life.So instead I decided to put myself in a surrounding of love and care my friends provide ,
This experience made me stronger , now I know life's not a free ride.
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Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017