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Oct 2014
I'm weighed down by their judgmental glances
they're watching, judging meΒ Β 
from my colored hair to my ripped jeans
the scars they caused litter my arms
covered by bracelets

I'm the outcast with a smile on my face
a misfit of the ******
you beat me down leaving me in pieces
one day our roles will reverse
I'll be the bully
you'll be the outcast
Izzy
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Izzy  18/F
(18/F)   
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