my depression

I was always bullied since secound grade 

they knew me as the girl in the braids 

they said i had no hair 

all i will do is sit and stare 

i let them get to me 

but they could see what was really in me 

i had a big nose so what 

these kids made me feel like an outsider 

i cried and cried and cried until it got worse

i honestly thought it was curse 

why would the world make me this way

six years later i am better 

and dont care what people think of me 

they dont see the inside the true me 

i dont care i was blue my friends were to 

if you dont except me i dont care anymore

my heart is tired of being sore

sorry this poem has come to an end 

now im going to send 

lots of love all my heart 

i dont heart rymes with fart

This poem is about: 
Me

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