Maneuvering around these halls,
Looking every which way to see all of the people,
Many glares appear on one another's faces,
It's as if I did something wrong.
Shoved and pushed while walking to class,
A mouthful of foul language spit onto me,
Other's cutting throughout the lunch line,
What does this have to do with me?
There's so much that goes on during school.
Not very many can relate their experiences.
It's as if all of this is on replay.
Continuously being bullied and treated with disrespect.
Out of all the people in school,
why does it have to be me?
Instead of having a smile when speaking to others,
No emotions shine through.
Society has broken me.
Bullying is the cause of my low self-esteem.
All of this started because of one simple thing,
Being myself.
November 11th, 2018
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