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Poetry

Just some things i came up with... doubtlessly amateur but still solely a reflection of my inner thoughts and conflicts :)

The Bully.

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by jamilla_

by jamilla_

The Bully

By Jamilla.

I whimper,

As he draws near,

And wonder what reason,

He will invent today.

Already, I know I am ugly,

Already, I know I am weak,

The things you call me,

I have heard it all before,

Sometimes, I even wish,

That you'd be more original.

Anyway, it hurts all the same,

And I still feel deadly ashamed.

Deadly because,

I go home and cry,

Deadly because,

On days like today,

I wish to close my eyes,

And never wake up again.

To myself, I sigh,

If this is what you want,

Come on over,

And give me your worst.