antibullying
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Kindness matters to you
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Compassion, Inclusion
It will change the world!
Note: This Is An Anti-Bullying Song. Please don't leave your hate in the
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Will this hate every end?
Will they ever love again?
they won't stop.
they just think its funny.
Unheard,
Unseen
Blind, naked and uncontrollable trembling.
Drowning me,
Suffocating me.
Are you okay?
Whats wrong? Why cant you say?
You're a fake
Just afraid.
You're not pretty,
Tell me a secret.
Something no one knows.
Tell me a secret,
And I’ll tell you mine too.
We’ll pretend we don’t know how to use them against us.
I stare into the mirror and see dark, murderous eyebrows. Seriously my eyebrows look like Norman Bates in the last 20 minutes of Psycho
Please
Don't laugh at me
Don't point at me
Don't snicker when you see me
Don't giggle at my pain
Or smile when I fail
I am only who I can be
Don't pick on me because I am different
You reap what you sow.
Your skin is peeling
Raw and exposed
Do you see what I see?
Ignorance is bliss
Heart disease liver disease mental disease
You reap what you sow
you place the blades to your wrist again,
the blood begins to pool,
you think your family will never be whole
and you wittness oppression at school.
but you only want someone to see,
her soul told her she was alright
but society told her otherwise
the mirror only brought her despair
she didnt feel comfortable anywhere
her heart was so heavy, her mind so light
the lies go on,
never once ceasing
hitting my heart
as it continues bleeding
like a river of hate
your speech spills out
why do you do this?
i just want to drown
Sometimes I can't see past the pain
It's really hard to explain
Why can't I just live my life
Without it cutting through me like a knife?
The names they call as I walk by
Call me a freak, call me a loser
In one ear and out the other
I’ll stand tall
No matter what you do, you can’t make me fall
Because I know I’m different from you
What is considered attractive?
How is beauty measured?
Aren't we all special as individuals?
NIght comes and goes im in a deep sleep dreaming about what happenes next
i wake up tired and my long day startes i have to use public transportation to get to my destination
Walking down the halls I see it everywhere
In some way shape or form bullying is going on.
This needs to stop.
I am but one person but my voice is heard by thousands.
A thought in time I now know was a crime
I use to think that anything different from what I liked was enough
Insight to demand change from any little critter
This turned me bitter
I'm just another
double digit age
with
triple digit scars
I rolled up my sleeves and chased a dream
Deep, deep down inside you,
you have the power.
You have the voice
you can make the choice.
Many times, I have heard of young girls and boys who,
All thanks to bullying,
Have committed suicide.
Why would people even try to ruin their lives?
Most of us victims were innocent.
they shove you down
They cut you up
There words like knives that make you feel alone
The words that turned a heart of gold into a black hole
They say kids are curl That is true
but adalts can be mean too
I’m a whirlpool,
No,
A thunderstorm,
No,
A category 5 hurricane,
Of thoughts, and hopes,
Of memories, and dreams,
Of puzzle pieces and star dust.
But everything stays silent.
With the weight of 12 worlds on your shoulers
the years of adolesence take a tole on your mind
the same years that your parents spend theirs reminiscing in
are the same that you enter this competition for a better life
When something beautiful is destroyed,
It grows back twisted and ugly.
You will find it hiding from the sun in fear,
Some have been lost,
Others have fallen,
But each has been remembered.
Yet you turn around,
So happy and joyful,
To lay eyes on a nobody.
You mock them and spit at them,
Once there was a girl carefree,
until after the grade of three.
for when she walked into grade four,
I'm just a girl
With a withered past
and blurry future.
I can't tell you much about where I come from..
At least not when you ask about ym parents.
All I know is my dad's black,
I'm a bastard child.
Beautiful Words,
Are to be spoken to beautiful peopleThey are to be heard by beauiful soulsThey are to be cherished by beautiful hearts
Some wear nooses like necklaces
tied tightly with the words of those with hollowed out hearts
Some experience sleepless nights filled with the empty promises of brighter days
but fear remains that nothing will change.
Here I stand
Absolute
The monsters rising up beside me
Clawing
and grabbing
and pulling
I scream
"I am no longer yours to have!"
I'm tired of schools taking claim
And not going by their word
By putting "anti-bully zone" in the name.
Am I the only one who finds it absurd?
Your idea is to do these kids a favor,
Trust is like a currency or a golden ticket.
Giving it to that special someone,
So they will stay and be your friend.
Trust is something will live for and strive from.
I smile
I laugh
I joyously shout
I hug
I cry for them
And they cry for me
I help as best I can
I pry for those who need the prying
I hide for those who want the hiding
People look at her
But they don’t see clearly.
She is different for sure,
So they overlook her-nearly.
