Pushed up against my lockers, once again
By the ones who were supposed to be my friends
When we turn on each other,
It isn't pretty
When you remember their words, ringing in their ears
Releasing all your fears
As you're pushed and shoved and belittled
As you feel weak and powerless
And yet no one seems to notice
Schools let it happen
They could do more
Pay more attention
But sometimes that's not enough
Some have it rough
And it still continues
So what are we gonna do about it?
How are we gonna fix it?
YOU ARE READING
Tainted Society
PoetryI write poems based on real-world problems. hope you enjoy it. This is all opinion-based so don't hate on me for my beliefs. one poem per day because I'm lazy.
