They say write what you are most afraid to write,
So here I am, To share my sad part of the story through my poem,

• When I woke up to life,
All I did was play and thrive,
But things were not that nice,
A lost innocent soul to be precise.

• I grew up being bullied,
But I never paid no deed,
And all those things they said,
Kept welling up in my head....