I'm outside looking in
I'm thirteen...
I don't fit in with the Queens Bee's
or, the wannabe's
the jocks..
or, beach girls
perfecting their catwalks
My mother shops all day
when I come home
she's been drinking alone
ignoring anything
n' everything I say..
she gives me money...
then pushes me away.
When I go to school..
the bully's rule
wear'n shades
holding blades
sporting colors
they took my lunch
I take my flights at night..
cut my wrists
a fist clutched tight
it's a release that sounds insane
to deal with pain
I wrap myself in shame
I don't want to feel
I am raining tears.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
I'm outside looking in
I'm thirteen...
I don't fit in with the Queens Bee's
or, the wannabe's
the jocks..
or, beach girls
perfecting their catwalks
My mother shops all day
when I come home
she's been drinking alone
ignoring anything
n' everything I say..
she gives me money...
then pushes me away.
When I go to school..
the bully's rule
wear'n shades
holding blades
sporting colors
they took my lunch
I take my flights at night..
cut my wrists
a fist clutched tight
it's a release that sounds insane
to deal with pain
I wrap myself in shame
I don't want to feel
I am raining tears.
© 2014
On bullying..and how it destroys the spirit of innocent kids who just want to get through their day without being tortured -- physically, emotionally, and mentally.
http://www.pacer.org/bullying/
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