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Cornered

As there stare at you, point and laugh at you, do they ever wonder 'how do you feel'? they taunt you, haunt you, kill your dreams.

They really only want to see you scream.

Terrorizing all your beliefs, making you grind your teeth, clinching a fist lit a flame, this is nothing like a game.

These thoughts of harming, arming, bombing, making you never feel the same.

No friends to hold you, mend you, love you, engulfed in an intense rage.

Bullies should be the ones who are ashamed.

But when there hurt, when they begin to cry, when they feel the weight of the world, when they look through your eyes, they will truly understand why.

by andrue finley

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Andrue, this is really good. I just wonder why you didn't write in several lines. Ron
awsome and completely true
awsome and completely true