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CreativeCookie Jul 2020
People don’t listen to me,
Because I’m young.
They always disagree,
And say I’m dumb.
All I see around me is betrayal,
Every time I do something, I always fail.
I try to do something to make myself feel better,
Every day I am under pressure,
Some people don’t believe in depression,
So they bully others to feel pleasure.

Everyone else just observe,
Because they don’t have the nerve,
To do something about it,
Don’t want themselves involved in conflict.

You probably think that this poem doesn’t make sense.
That I am just wasting my time,
That I’m just over reacting,
Being wayyy over dramatic.
But let me tell you something,
I'm not doing this for fun,
I‘m doing this to show that
Not everyone has the perfect life.
They call me a brat,
That I am selfish and have everything I ever want.
That I don’t appreciate everything I have.
I don’t want pretty dresses and dolls
I don’t want expensive presents and jewelry
What I want is a happy family,
Trust, friends, and someone who truly understands.
I want to know someone who will take care of me
And make me feel loved
If wanting those things makes myself a brat.
Then I guess I am one.
CreativeCookie Jul 2020
Kids get shot in plain sight,
Because of a different race.
The sound of guns fill the night,
And the world is full of disgrace.

Strangers think it’s funny to make fun of the overweight,
Causing others to feel dead inside.
These people feel like a total waste,
So they lose their confidence and pride.
Forcing themselves on a diet,
Involving themselves in the riot.

Females are misunderstood,
In some places they still get abused.
Their “loved ones” say the ain’t good enough,
So they just forget and give up.

Everyday I go to school,
Seeing people who think they’re cool.
Bullying their peers who are too small,
Making fun of you if you know a lot.
Call you a geek,
So you feel like a total freak.

Just because you're a girl, you don’t have to wear a skirt,
If you want,then you can roll around and get muddy in the dirt.
And just because you're a boy, it doesn’t mean you must love sports,
Do whatever your heart desires,
Something that makes you smile.
Get off the basketball court.

All this keeps happening because of reasons,
Because of our differences,
Humanity has become a disaster,
Judging each other real fast.
Everybody please listen,
WE NEED TO CHANGE THE SYSTEM!!!

— The End —