I hide in a corner crying all alone. The voices still ringing, I just want to be all alone. They want to finish the job. Calling me bitch, Smartass, Asshole. I remeber how it started, sitting at the desk. One kid spoke up saying how this class sucked. I spoke in a low voice, maybe if you did your work and actually showed up. I wasent being rude not one bit. She was the bitch of the school and constintly pitching a fit. She turns to me and states loud and clear. What the fuck did you say bitch i couldnt hear. Thats how it started, their voices close now. I have to go but alas ive reached my end.
im having a writers block month so yeah
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hun maybe the paragraph ruins the flow a bit I found
I like your theme and how you portrayed it
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oh that san intesting poem its kinda scary in a way but u should stand up 4 ur self hun i use to be the same way like the poem by the way
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