Invisible,
From the peace and quiet,
I try and hide it,
But to no avail,
The desk I sit,
And wait to leave,
This never ending hell,
I'm guilty of my actions,
Wanting answers,
For why I always end up,
With a bruise on my face,
The naming and blaming,
Is screaming in my head,
Making my life dead,
Filling it with dread
Bullies are the lowest form, the should be made accountable for their actions. A great write.
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Heartfelt introspective piece of poetry, written with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Avary. Remain enriched.