I’m sat here in my room crying about myself,
I’m thinking of what you said to my face.
How could anyone say something so rude?
Your manners are such a disgrace.
I see the tear marks on my pillow,
And the bags under my eyes,
Because I can’t sleep knowing what you said to me.
As everyone else just laughed,
I can’t stand up for myself because I’m too scared.
So I write my anger through poems,
And tell everyone else to beware

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