There is a boy in the class
Who seems fine smiles and laughs
Inside he is slowly dying
At night he is crying
Nobody seems to notice
That he is broken
Why does nobody think twice
Because he is a boy
You're words and fist wasn't nice
He feels like a broken toy
Your heart is made of ice
Nobody notices his pain because he is a boy
Don't call him gay for having feelings
Bullying is responsible for too many killings
He needs love too
For boys feel bad like you
And because of your words of hate he feels like a broken toy.
But nobody notices because he. Is. A. Boy.
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PoetryThis is just poems I have written and my friend Juliet Bramlitt is a BIG support in my writing poems and stories and thanks to her I'm writing this.