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M S Ananya Jan 2015
Knock me down,
Push me over.
Stump me and trample me,
Abuse and insult me.

I won't fear you
If that's what you're trying to achieve,
Because I'm bigger than that.
I'm bigger than falling for your traps.

I will rise up from the ashes,
I will learn from my wounds.
My pain will go but the scars will remind me
Of people like you in this world.

You are petty, you are a coward.
Instead of fighting head on,
You attack after dark behind my back.

You don't deserve my tears,
You don't deserve the pain and sorrow I go through
Because of you. And if I give in to it,
Then you've won the whole game.

But, I ask you to put me down,
To make me vigilant and aware
Of people like you on this planet,
Who'll do anything for revenge.

Put me down and see me rise,
Rise from the same fears and tears you gave.
Rise to become a better person,
Rise to become someone you can never hope to be,
Because the two of us are as different as
"Chalk" and cheese.
Inspired by true events.
Sean G Jun 2014
Words words
***** and *****
She runs away and falls on the floor.



They come after her,
Punching and kicking
Telling her they'll take her for a coffin fitting.



When she gets home
She cries some more
Screaming out for help, she falls on the floor.



She slams the door
And finds a knife
She feels the need to end her life.



This isn't okay
She isn't alright,
All she wanted was one peaceful night.



But peace doesn't come,
It never does for her
And soon her tears make her vision a blur.



She takes the knife
And cuts her skin
Realizing how ******* up her life has been.



People call her emo
And laugh in her face
Not daring to put themselves in her place.



She just smiles at school
And let's it all go
But at home she just watches her blood flow.



She ripped at her skin
And can't take it anymore
And as her blood drips and stains the floor



She grabs a chair
And some rope, too
Then undressed and slowly slid of each shoe.



She took the rope
Hung herself in the dark
And no longer has the best of a heart.



Her friends cry out
Once they hear she's dead
Her brother sobs as he sleeps in her bed.



She's gone
She's done
Because people made fun.



She's buried on Sunday
People are crying
All because one girl had completely stopped trying.
Claire May 2014
An expressionless face upon a white wall;
A mask which holds no meaning at all.
Uncover the truths behind empty plastic
And beneath it lies a story of a matter more drastic.

You can criticize the outside but not what's within;
Meaningless gibes at a person's fragile skin.
Denying the artwork of a creased, bruising hand;
Destroying the armor that enables one to stand.

Forget all your problems, this is one chance to see
Who the person with the mask of a lonely soul could be.
With a loss of stubborn pride, you can finally withdraw
And befriend all the minds whose depths you never saw.

— The End —