I am who I am and if you don't like it I don't care. This is my life and I will live it how ever I want to.Don't judge me because you don't know me.If you don't know someone don't judge them for who they hang out with or are going out with. I t is their life and they will live it how ever they desire to.
People that Bully can leave my page. I do not like to be Bullied or watch other people being bullied.
Haters can also leave my page.
Here's something very important I'd like you all to read:
That boy you punched in the hall today;
committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you
called a slut in class today; she's a virgin. That boy you
called lame; has to work every night to support his
family. That girl you pushed down the other day; is
already being abused at home. The girl you just called
ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping
people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is
abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly
scars? He fought for his country. That guy you just made
fun of for crying? His mother is dying. If you think you
know them, I don't believe you do.
If you have a heart, please post this on your profile. No one has a right to be mean to someone else. Booksie and the rest of the world would be so much better if we weren't bullies.
This is me Poem
This is me.-
It's all I know how to be.
I won't change for you,
This me is brand new.
You can call me names,
But one day I'm gonna have fame.
You can beat me down,
But still I will not frown.
This is who I am, being me,
Being all that I can be.
Behind her tears Poem
Behind her tears there is anger
Behind a brave face there are lies
Behind her smile there is sorrow
Behind her lip gloss there is fear
Never seems to be accepted
She smokes and drinks
Thinking all her worries will go away
They never do
She feels as if ‘loser’ has been tattooed all over her
She knows they all talk about her
She feels there eyes piercing vicious holes through her body
A scar she never can get rid of
It breaks her soul to know what lies ahead
Sometimes she wishes she would just drop dead
She wonders to herself what will they gain
To see her go through all this pain
Alone, scared afraid
Look what we have made
A sad heart with only one thing
To have a happy face
Cutting herself each night
She is not ready to fight
She wishes could all go away
She dreads fight another day
Always wondering about her weight
She never seems touch her plate
Am I to fat?
My breasts are too small
Why can’t I be just the right tall?
All she wants is to be loved
Is that too much to ask for?
She gets taunted and beaten by her stepfather
She gets taunted and beaten by her classmates
An outcast to society
Finally she wants to give up
Finally she is tired of all the abuse
Finally she has had enough
Finally she has given up
She walks the creaky staircase
Tears flooding her eyes
She goes to her mother’s cabinet
She pulls out her mother’s sleeping drugs
A flash of thoughts rush to her head
She remembers the days of mum’s sweet singing
She remembers how she use be love
She remembers life before dad died
She remembers life before mum lied
She swallows the drug that’s it she can never come back
Another life abused
Another life wasted
Another torn heart
Another life pasted
What they did to me.
“It gets better. It seems hard, you know, I think being different
is always gonna be a tough climb. There's always gonna be people
that are scared of it. But at the end of the day you give those
bullies, those people, that are so ignorant, if you give them the
power to affect you, you're letting them win. And they don't
deserve that. What you're doing by being yourself is you're
keeping it real, and you're being really
― Adam Lambert
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