why must you hurt us,

what did we do to you?

we are what we are and

why does it matter to you?

we did nothin,

yet you beat, bruise and bloody

you judge, you think you know us

but why do you think you do?

When have you talked to us?

i mean acually talked?

not insults, taunts or teases

but talked?

you say wed be better dead

why?

why do we need to die?

why do you judge us, with out a look past our clothes, hair and shoes?

we never harmed you

and all you do is beat us bloody

and give us mental wounds.

you know what you are doing

and thats what makes terrible, unbareable

that you think its right to beat, insult and make us want to die.

and you who watch but dont speak up

you are almost as bad as the bullys,

who beat us black and blue.

all you do is stand there

and dont make a noise

your to scared to speak up

but if you do you are our heros, our saviors

the people who save us from those monsters, devils, demons

those brave souls who dont care about popularity, reputation or any of that to

risk it for us, the bruised, broken and bent souls that people torture so.

and thank you,

you save ys from our demons, mental and pyphsical.

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this was alittle poem i wrote after reading this book, hope you like it. i dont know exactly what its about...

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Hope you like it I'm no good at writing.