What I Fear

September 23, 2011
By Anonymous

Worthless, stupid, and ugly is what I hear
Black, white, and red is what I see
I feel melancholy, insecurity, and fear
And I ask, "Why me?"

My wet pillows and face is what I touch
My salty tears is what I taste
Self induced cuts is my crutch
In school hallways, I make haste


The author's comments:
I used to be depressed because of bullying and this is a true story. I am set out to stop bullying through my poetry.

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