Those are the people who always has something to say about me,
I go to school not to be bullied, but to earn a degree.
Calling me names and censuring their opinion on me like I'm a board where you can just post sticky notes and PIN them to me.
Placing harmful words on me , defining me on my outside, but you never said I had to agree.
They don't see the me I see. What's on the real inside of my personality,
They judge me based on my appearance but never see me as an individuality.
Laugh and point , make fun of and plead rumours,
If this is their definition of "fun" it's sick humour.
I'm blunt because I don't realize that it doesn't matter what people offer to say,
You don't even have to listen to them, you could just walk away.
Even through a group of people , you can still manage to reflect what's really shining,
It's not really what counts , what their defining.
Do they pay my bills? No
When I'm sick do they buy me the right pills? No
So what gives me the thought of caring about their useless , irrelevant thoughts about my life.
Treating me like I live in a wild life.
So instead I decided to put myself in a surrounding of love and care my friends provide ,
This experience made me stronger , now I know life's not a free ride.
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Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017
