But not when you’re being picked on,
They call me a freak, a loser, a mistake,
They say I’m a failure, they say I’m a fake.
My name is Melissa,
I’m abused everyday,
My parents say they understand,
but really, do they?
The music helps the pains subside,
but only for a small amount of time.
The salty tears run down my face.
I feel as if my life is a disgrace.
I walk into school, with my head held high,
and I try,
but the feeling of not fitting in runs through my mind.
Even when I’m kind, people still find a way to make me feel helpless.
They say I’m not worthy of having friends,
and I always catch my mind thinking, “When this will all end?”
They laugh in my face, and say mean words to bring me down,
and my face proves how I feel because I frown.
As the day goes on,
My feelings get worse.
I’m trying to be strong,
but I don’t think it will last long.
It is now the end of the day
I walk up to my locker and I pray
That the bully is not coming my way,
but how long can I possibly stay
She shoved me in the lockers, and she said,
“This is meant to be,” so I decided to flee.
I ran to the house and flew to my room,
tears pouring from my face as I texted my parents my good byes
I decided to pack my bags
and run from this horrid town and never look back,
with no regrets on my mind.
Madison M. (2011)
Work Cited:
"Thick Skins Win." Photograph. Dr. Barton. Fair Fax media, 2009. Web. 9 Sep 2011.
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