My peoms

Why do people think its funny to hurt others? I've been described many ways, like;

Loser, Stupid, Weird, Worthless, Ugly, Rude, Snitch, ect.

Yet I find no reason,

I am not a loser, I win many times,

I am not stupid, I get A's when I try,

I am not weird, I am just myself,

I am not worthless, I am worth millions,

I am not ugly, I am beautiful inside,

I am not rude, I am just lonely,

I am not a snitch, I am just saying what needs to be said,

So do any of these words really right for me?

Do they just exist,

To hurt others like me,

And only never heal,

Find your worth,

it's all there,

They don't really know you
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It's dark and cold,

But me I don't care,

I find the light,

In the dark,

And follow the path that lead me there,

People don't know where the real me is,

But you can find me there,

Surrounded by my words of time,

And buried beneath the books,

When I wake up,

My story adds a new chapter,

Filled with twists and turns,

My mind is sort of lost,

But then I follow my words,

And know I belong there,

I flip these pages,

Going back,

To when I never noticed,

This gift I have to change hearts,

Is really just myself,

I know I'm just a child,

I don't know as much as them,

But when they look into my eyes,

They'll see what I've been telling,

The words of mine,

Point the way,

This rhythm is only growing,

My fingers know which keys to press,

I just follow,

Even when I have no choice,

I'm always standing by you
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My friends tell me my way of words is something great,

When I write my feelings that have been hidden show,

No matter what it is,

I always see a bit of me in there,

I write what comes to mind,

When I plan its never right,

So I write what I feel,

It turns into a glorious forest of golden words,

I know it's right,

When I have this light weight on my chest,

Like everything has been building up,

To only come crashing down,

To show me the way,

My words need to go