HATRED WORDS OR LULLABIES
When people torment you,
You are expected to ignore them.
So that I was told, but it is hard when you Hear your name constantly used over and Over again in their sentences of hatred Towards you.
Maybe they or wrong or maybe not.
Maybe I am who they say I am.
It's not like they care.
What they do does hurt and whenever you Around them it's like a cloud of thunder Raining on your paraade.
It is sickening to hear their hyena laughs and Piggy snorts.
What would happen if I for once stood up to Them?
Would they claw me until I cried bloody Tears?
The only thing I know tonight is I will be Crying myself to sleep, my usual lullaby.
Submitted: July 30, 2011
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