She walks with her head down because everything expects her to fail.
And they criticize her life choices with every detail.
She tried her best but its never good enough.
And the way they treat her is so rough.
They bully her at school because she's different.
It lowered her self esteem, made her feel insufficient.
They call her wardrobe lame because she covers up.
They call her ugly because she doesn't wear makeup.
They picked on her because they knew she wouldn't defend herself.
They told lies on her because they knew she couldn't defend herself.
They stabbed her in the back because they knew she couldn't see behind her.
She was a loner, she had no one to look out for her.
She wanted alone, ate alone, sat alone, cried alone....
And in a room full of people, she would still be alone.
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Outflow
Random"From the outflow of the heart, the mouth speaks" and that's basically it as the quote suggests. The poems written will change and mix according to the mood I'm in. That's how I get inspired. I've never written a poem out of boredom. Just according...
