Why me is it because I'm an easy target you broken my bones but not my soul I am just me I'm different and good I ask you again why me is it because I smile all the time even when my spirit is down why me I ask again no reply I see well you may have heard it once or twice sticks and stone break my bones but words won't hurt me that's not true they hurt like you had the gun and I was the target I have already bulided my wall now it is time to build yours
xena you did well, in your best strenght you wrote this poem but i beleive you can do better. all thesame thanks
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You speak up for the many who suffer in silence. Workers are so powerful...choose them wisely and with kindness. I applaud your honesty and strength of character! I does get better....Don't let the bullying break your self confidence. We hear you! ! ! PEACE