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Dec 2013
You started with those Jokes again
I guess you don't understand yet
though I have told you and told you
that it bugs me when you pick on me

Why does it bug me?
several reasons.
I was bullied as a kid...
but mainly, because whether or not you see it,
you only do it for the glory.
You pick on me more when you're around your friends
You think my face is cute when I'm mad
You don't realize that all I see is you exerting power
the power to make me upset, the power only you have.

And there I am... Not wanting to say anything
I don't want to ruin your fun...
I don't want to take that feeling from you...
But, please see there is no glory in what you are doing...
That it is only fun, for one of us...
If you knew I felt this way...You wouldn't do it...
I don't say this to you... because I am afraid...
Afraid you would do it anyway...
I figured out I felt this way while I was writing this... I haven't talked to him yet, but now I can... The power poetry has of opening my eyes.
Danash DelGotto
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Danash DelGotto  31/F/Massillon, Ohio
(31/F/Massillon, Ohio)   
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