To this day kids are still being called names The classics were "Hey stupid" "Hey spaz" Seems like every school has an arsenal of names Getting updated every year And if a kid breaks in a school And no one around chooses to hear Do they make a sound? Are they just the background noise Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat When people say things like Kids can be cruel? Every school was a big top circus tent And the pecking order went From acrobats to lion tamers From clowns to carnies All of these were miles ahead of who we were We were freaks Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies Oddities Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal But at night While the others slept We kept walking the tightrope It was practice And yeah Some of us fell But I wanna tell them That all of this Is just debris Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought We used to be And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself Get a better mirror Look a little closer Stare a little longer Because there's something inside you That made you keep trying Despite everyone who told you to quit You built a cast around your broken heart And signed it yourself You signed it "They were wrong" Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a click Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth To show and tell but never told Because how can you hold your ground If everyone around you wants to better you beneath it You have to believe that they were wrong They have to be wrong Why else we'd still be here? We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog Because we see ourselves in them We stem from a root planted in the belief That we are not what we were called We are not abandoned cars stalled out and Sitting empty on some highway And if in some way we are Don't worry We only got out to walk and get gas We are graduating members from the class of we made it Not the faded echoes of voices crying out Names will never hurt me Of course They did But our lives will only ever always Continue to be A balancing act That has less to do with pain And more to do with beauty
You are the problem. Not other people. You. Accept some responsibility. People are always going to disagree with you. People will always be rude. The way you handle that situation is a show of YOUR character, not theirs. You choose to write long mopey poems about how hard it is to be a teenager, rather than to ignore them and carry on with your life. You're obviously affected by something you cannot change, why? Perhaps its time to take a look inward at yourself and focus on your own life and the things you can change. Wanna know what percentage of kids were "bullied"? 100% its only your generation that cant accept it as human nature. Fight all you want, its never going to change. Wake up and realize that before you waste all your energy fighting a battle against yourself.
Didn't know I wrote this well damn and don't talk to me about being the problem I can talk about while you get butt hurt and go on a thread that obviously doesn't have anything to do with you soo stfu and troll somewhere else
I ain't trolling, you just puked up a bunch of rage because you were unable to swallow the truth. Ik the truth hurts, but you'll feel better once you accept it and move forward.
OK let's get something straight I didn't write this maybe if you had paid attention you would have known that and trust me if I was angry there would be a lot of cussing how about you get some facts before you post on a thread you obviously don't know anything about