Judged.
I am judged everywhere I go.
I can feel peoples eyes on me,
Just staring.
While I walk down the hallways at school,
I can feel all there eyes on me.
Staring at me,
Like lions watch their prey.
Their judgemental eyes are everywhere,
Just watching.
They judge everything from my looks to my hair,
they judge my weight, the way I dress, my face,
just everything.
I can hear them talk, they want it to hurt,
they want me to be in pain.
They stare,
Just judging me.
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
PoetryPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.
