Bullets to the chest...
To anyone who is teased or bullied for what they look like or who they are...your not alone...
Anorexic... emo... bone bag... shut out... nerd...
These are my names,
When spoken they drive a stake threw my heart,
But my happiness remains.
Thing is... my happines has been locked away in the pandorica,
Its a mask to hide the blemishes of tears, heart break, and anger.
My smile dances around them as their laughter is a bullet flying into my chest,
They see nothing wrong with it, their gullible minds cannot see the pain through the naked eye.
Under that smile is crying girl scteaming for an ear to listen to what she has to say,
A god or godess to save her from this hell, but nothing clicks,
They walk the earth deaf, never hearing the cry of a small child.
Its not finished yet i need more ides
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