My diary. My diary is the only place I write my true feeling's.
You don't know me.. Nobody does and they try to figure out the problem but I just
smile and tell them everything's okay.
I am bullied every single day and my mother abuse's me.
She does drug's and drink's a lot. She bring's diffrent men to the
house and when my mother passes out sometime's they try to hurt me.
The only thing that keep's me going everyday is my father.
By my father I mean God. I try and I pray everyday but no help come's
My diary page's are filled with blurry ink and dry blood.
Who am I? I am:
I am the person you bullied at school,
I am the person who didn't know how to be cool,
I am the person you alienated,
I am the person you ridiculed and hated.
I am the person who sat on her own,
I am the person who walked home alone,
I am the person you scared every day,
I am the person who had nothing to say.
I am the person with hurt in her eyes,
I am the person you never saw cry,
I am the person living alone with her fears,
I am the person destroyed by her peers.
I am the person who drowned in your scorn,
I am the person who wished she hadn't been born,
I am the person you destroyed for 'fun',
I am the person, but not the only one.
I am the person whose name you don't know,
I am the person who just can't let go,
I am the person who has feelings too,
And I am was a person, just like you.
