• My tear drops aren't heard from the locker i am stuffed in. The sobs and the coughs are hidden again as i walk to school for the fifth time in November. The bruises the pain.. Its all hidden, when in the victims eyes shows a need for help and sadness. How could you not see me? How come you did not help me empty the locker? Well now you cry in the remembrance of me. I the victim. Me the dork. They found me late at night a belt around my neck hung from the ceiling.. And who did this? You. Let us be heard. Let my spirit tell bullies a lesson. What you see far away is not what we are feeling. What we are feeling is in our eyes. Take a moment to think about my sorrow.

    Change for the better. Change for us. Change for the world.



    ( Dark poem written when i was bullied by the mean girls at my school.. But hey look i'm popular and i have a loving boyfriend. So who won? )