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21h
Unblinking eyes, plastic smiles                                                                       ­    
Not seeing me, this thing defiled                                                                      ­ 
No friends, many enemies                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                             
No one cares about me                                                                          ­                                        
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 Shunned kids at school                                                           ­     
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Not good enough, too uncool                                                                      ­                                           
 Taking me to my limit
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I just kept on taking it                                                                  ­                                        
Pushing it down deep inside                                                           ­             
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Shows itself as I hide                                                             ­                               
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A target, bullied every day                                                              ­            
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I die a little more each day                                                              ­            
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Collapsing inside, heart first                                                            ­          
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Don't they how much it hurts?                                                           ­   
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In private, hot tears slide                                                            ­                  
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Won't let them take my pride                                                            ­      
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I pretend that I don't care                                                             ­                                               
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Don't return their cold stares                                                           ­             
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Rush back home to get away                                                             ­       
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Don't want to be bullied today
I wrote this for my sister after finding out she was bullied in school as a child.
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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