Bullying
Being 13 sucks.Tripping and being pushed into walls
I'm that depressed chick
People whisper about at lunch
Their heads low and they're voices are hushed
I know what they call me
Cuz they say it to my face
I never thought that school could be such an unsafe place
That weeping sound you hear in the bathroom is me
So many tears, i cannot see
When you hear people calling someone a bitch or a freak
That's me they're talking talking about, beaten and weak
When the teachers talk about bullying
I smile and nod
Cuz they have no idea whats been going on
The names
The tears
The hurt
The fear
The hits
The lies
False hapiness
My disguise
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