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How a person who has been bullied feels

Hey, Okay I saw the anti bullying seminar we had in school today and it inspired me and my friend to write this poem THIS IS HOW I FEEL                          - True emotions a bullied soul feels You want to be left alone , you are made fun of . You are in a group , you are bullied . Either way  its going to be hell, and it fells as though you are being pushed into a well. As each day passes it pains even more , and it feels terrible  to be insecure . The deafening silence has a story to be told . All my emotions are destroying my soul . My soul is on fire , and it cannot bare . But guess what? There is no one who cares.                                         - Kamya Ashok and Simran Uttereja Okay here is the poem me and my friend wrote a...
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Mama.

Mama, I’m sorry. You taught me to love all but I failed you. Hatred is all that clouds my mind. You were right. You did sow flowers but I grew weeds. I tried. I promise I did. I tried to see the good in all. I promise I lent an ear. I promise I tried to see it from their point of view. But mama it’s your fault too. You taught me to love and to be loved, but how does one confuse being loved with being constantly hurt? They took the ear I lent only to whisper lies about myself into my head. They used my shoulders only to push me down. They took my hands only to claw scared into it. Mama, I’m sorry but I don’t understand how this is love. If this is love, I love myself unconditionally. I beat myself mentally in claims it’ll help me do better. I carve my name into my arm to remind me of who I am. I scream into my pillow till my throat is sore, all because I love myself mama. But more than myself, I love you and I love you with the definition of love I want to believe in, what ...
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