I'm tired of holding back the tears.
You know? The ones over the hurtful words they make me hear.
Fighting everyday.
Nobody is the same.
We are unique,
Wanting to fit in.
But we aren't meant to.
The pushing on the floor,
makes me want to be sick,
It goes on and on, worse than before.
They just can't unclick.
But I have really grown,
To embrace my true colours,
I am never alone,
Other people are like me.
I am just like you,
Just a little different,
I was told to be me
Although the bullies win.
Live on and be yourself,
Don't let anyone change it,
You are perfect as yourself,
And not less by one bit.
