Bullies,bullies
What have you become of me?
I'm not the girl you think you see.
I go home and cry.
I sometimes wish to die.
It's funny how much your words hurt.
You make me feel like dirt.
I have demons deep inside.
There are feelings I choose to hide.
It's not just the smile I fake.
It's the risks that I take.
Bullies,bullies
Why can't you see that you're hurting me?
Why can't I just be free?
Is it really that funny?
Is this what people do for money?
Bullies,bullies
Do you know what it feels like to be suicidal?
It's okay I still have respect for my rivals.
Bullies,bullies
Look what you've done to me!
A/N: OMG THIS BOOK IS(was) #257 IN POETRY I HOPE I MAKE IT TO THE TOP 100'S
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PoesieI don't let people in. I'm terrible at explaining how I feel verbally. This is me being 3000% Done. This is poetry. This is me. © 2019 Rureal ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
