This poem is about me. I used to hide in the shadows, doing nothing to help those that needed it. I pretended to be someone I could never be just to fit in. Now I cant stand it when people get bullied and I always step in. Bullying makes me sick but who I was before makes me even more sick.
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What was I?
I was a horrible person,
because I sat back and laughed,
while their torturing seemed to worsen,
how dear God how could I be so daft?
I was a monster.
My eyes opened.
There was a group that surrounded,
a helpless girl in the center,
I sat there astounded,
and I realized that one day I'd need the guts to enter.
I decided not to worry about fitting in.
What I've become?
I changed my ways,
I no-longer let things happen,
don't just sit in a daze.
I raised my voice,
and stood up for others,
it was all by choice,
to be like their big brother.
I became the girl that was worried to come out.
I was a monster.
I hate who I was,
I'm glad I've changed,
and it was all because,
my heart was re-arranged.
But now, I'm just me.
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Everyone of you that's ever struggled in finding your identity, or you constantly get bullied just remember Your Not Alone <3
-Erika
