She sits in her room, curled up with books to escape reality.
She sits in the back, quietly reading and staying to herself, trying to escape the bullies.
She flinches when she's jostled walking in the halls, yet no one seems to notice.
No one payed attention to her till they decided that it was time for her daily insults and bruises.
She didn't matter till she had enough and the blade went to deep...
YOU ARE READING
my ttt
Poetryso I have an app called Terribly Tiny Tales, and I write on there sometimes, not often though, so o figured, why not post them on here with the prompts I used?
