BulliesA Poem by Lottie
Playing on the job,
following the dirt. Handbags raised to beat up the already hurt. Playing with friends, picking the weak. Nails manicured to point out the freak. Playing at home, deleting the trace. Whispering echos to return it back to its rightful place. Playing in your sleep, flourishing the gain. Laughs heightened to express the direction of pain. Playing the pro, poking the tense. Plans drawn up to let round two commence. © 2011 Lottie |
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Added on July 20, 2011 Last Updated on July 20, 2011 AuthorLottieUnited KingdomAboutHi I'm Charlotte :) I think I dislike writing in these boxes, so to sum me up... I love... Collecting things (You could say I'm a hoarder) Dotty things (Yes I collect them too) Dogs (I'd like on.. more..Writing
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