i've spent a lot of today
c r y i n g
over
who i am
and who they are
and why they don't
like
me.
is it me?
am i really that bad?
r e a l l y?
just because
of those four little words
that k i l l me.
i
don't
like
you.
i shouldn't care
i shouldn't
i wouldn't
if only my hands would stop
s h a k i n g
and my heart would stop
b e a t i n g
i'd be ok.
they shouldn't hurt me this much
really
it's just four little words
but they do
i feel as if
an anchor
so sharp
has hooked me off of the safe shore
and is dragging me
into
d r o w n i n g.
and i am drowning
in tears
some clear as crystals
some red
not all from my eyes
i guess, bullies, you win.
if you keep this up
i really will
d r o w n
and
who
wins
then?
not me.
so please, if you have
w o r d s
to say
say nice ones
give a day of smiling
not a week of
despair
because you have power
you can move mountains
but so can others
and if we all pick on the same volcano, pretty soon
it will all
e
x
p
l
o
d
e
...