a watery substance

without these


i fall

and they laugh cruelly

as I search for some semblance

of my sanity,

grope for my lost mind in the dark

because I covet my intelligence

even though it earns me whispered comments

barbed with insults and strained maliciousness 

as they flick pencils at the back of my head

and taunt me

but I only stiffen

ad ignore it

because what doesn't kill you

may not make you stronger,

but I'm sure as hell not going to let

a bit of bullying 

kill me.

The End

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