Victim

January 25, 2011
By Zach Nichols SILVER, Waco, Texas
Zach Nichols SILVER, Waco, Texas
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A teenage boy.
He walks down an empty street.
The crashing of his footsteps seems to bring
The world farther down onto his shoulders.
Tremendous pressure.
He could crack at any moment.
Will he make a sound,
As his conscious gives way,
To an everlasting hell of ridicule?
A breeze snatches his attention.
His hair whips into his eyes,
covering reality.
He blows, trying,
Trying to fight the constant push.
He fails.
The wind shields his reality.
He collapses, unable to continue.
The trees vigorously shake,
Applauding his failure.
Another victim is claimed.

The author's comments:
Very sad one day.
This just flew to me.
About bullying.

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on Feb. 8 2011 at 4:17 pm
ShadowOfaGirl GOLD, St.paris, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
I would rather you hate me for all that I am then love me for something I'm not.

Wow. This is honestly one of the best poems I've ever read. I'm definately adding it to my favorites! Amazing job!




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