tears flow down my face,
my breath is heavy as my feet make haste.
my head pounds,
my feet always hit the ground.
plop, plop, plop,
I just want them to stop, stop stop,
tears come down like a river.
I stop my mouth from making that quiver,
I stiffen my upper lip.
before the bullies make another quip,
I stop and turn my back to face my haters.
to face the fakers,
to stop doing nothing and be a maker.
to be a doer,
to arise to my challenges even the bullies.
because I understand the challenges I face fully.