*Hehe I can't believe you guys still haven't noticed that I only have 51 poems on here. One is still unpublished because ;p I never posted it.*
My twelve year old bully,
a girl from my swim team,
finally won.
She finally managed to make me cry.
It was early this morning,
about 6:50 or so,
when I thought her words over,
and some of our convos.
No,
she wasn't there to see me cry,
nor did she say all these words at
the same times,
but still,
the pain they bring is
unbearable.
It's pathetic, right?
Letting her words get to me?
I think so too.
But it's hard.
I try to keep them out,
I really do,
but her words sink in like
the Titanic sunk into the North Atlantic Ocean.
Do you ever get upset about something
then think of a scenario where you
confront the person and tell them how you feel?
That happened to me.
I thought of her words from yesterday
as I was walking my dog,
which, to be quite honest,
is a brilliant example of how her words stick,
and began to cry.
A tear rolled down my face,
then another tear followed,
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
