Most of my poems,
are about being bullied,
being hurt.
Lines about being mocked,
or locked.
Words after words,
about frost,
and impersonated thought.

Then I tell my family and friends,
that I'm only making up characters,
with backstories with errands.
So my poems would be unique...
Hence-

It's not entirely false,
not entirely true.
No one in school bullies me,
no one physical,
and that's nothing new.

Yet at the same time,
life is a bully,
and life mocks.
Living hurts,
and it locks.
And with winter's frost,
life is full of dark thoughts.

Life is a bully.
Our bully... feels like I already lost.

I'm sorry.

-Z.R.w
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