Poems about Bullying
1) Breaking the mold
Everyone has a unique sense of style
when you wake up from bed
you might feel like your dead
sometimes its just in your head.
When you go to school
I have awoken with dreamy eyes In too many unfamiliar placesOn warm exotic beaches - in inexpensive inner city beds
When you wake up in the morning what do you see
Gourmet style breakfast or a flatscreen tv?
When you wake up in the morning what do you see
Gourmet style breakfast or a flatscreen tv?
Among the halls of Labyrinth High,
Was a freshman who was just a short guy,
with the intelligence of a god,
for whom intelligence is the base,
it would hardly seem odd,