perhaps I am a fragment of them,
careful with what I see and not having a lot of skin,
because of the emotions burden to constantly wear
and all the negativity is slowing us down
to move the fingers that crave to write the words,
first on papers and later - hopefully- on every soul,
about the joy, the love, the pain, the hurt we see and feel.

Why are you doing this to me?
What did I ever do to you?
Is it my fault that I look like the perfect victim?
Why are you saying such mean things?
I just sat down right next to my best friend
on this hot and sweaty bus
Then you start
I never even met you before
nor have I ever saw you
You arne't teasing me
but something else
it's not bullying
it only happed today
Why?
the other day the vice principal stepped on my toe
As if I was invisible
Why am I not invisible to you?
No one ever told me middle school would ever be like this
once you escape an obstacle
another one will come flying towards you
whether or not you are prepared
Why do people laugh with you?
What did I do to you?
I just minded my own business
and yet you hurt me with such horrible words
Why?