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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Person's view of her life while being bullied

Submitted: February 21, 2017

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Submitted: February 21, 2017




I am covered in an invisible mud 
Everyone sees as I walk through the halls of hell 
Hearing the whispers
Hearing the laughs 
Seeing the looks of disgust and pure enjoyment 

How did it get to be this way 
None of this is true
How did this place become my entrance into a hell only I know of 

People come to me as they hear things to ask if they are true 
I am so tired of answering 
Nobody believes me 

I am stuck in a confined wooden box hoping someone would help me out before I suffocate. 

Why are you texting me?  
You are trying to get me, too?
How do I know it is wrong when you act like my friend? 

All of my friends vanished 
I am alone
covered in an invisible mud 

I am dirty 


-isidora thi 

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