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No One's Safe


I walk through the halls
Pass judging eyes
Ignoring whispers about my clothes
I walk through the halls 
And can’t take it but
I hide it so no one can see me
So no one see’s me break
So no one can tell their words affected me
I get judged for my looks
I get judged for my clothes
I get judged for my voice
The stupid lisp i have
The stupid squeak in my voice
Or the way i walk
So many subconscious thoughts in my head
Telling me that i walk weird
Telling me i shouldn’t walk the way i do
Students in the hallways judging me while 
I grab my books from my locker
Or walk to the next class i have
Judging eyes following me as i walk to the 
Teachers desk to  ask for 
permission to use the bathroom
People whispering about what 
i’m wearing or who i hang out with
Even my ‘friends’ whisper and silently judge
No ones safe here
This place we call a school
This place that our parents 
send us everyday to ‘learn’
There's no escaping it
The judgment
The fake people
The stares 
The whispers 
The taunting
The subconscious thoughts
No ones safe

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Neville

I hope having got this off your chest, you feel a whole lot better .. write on, be yourself and quit fretting .. it may not be easy but you can do it .. and you are worth the effort, I'm sure .. and if they still get to you, then just give us a shout .. I know a good hitman .. Neville 

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storie hicks

Thank you! And I wrote that 2 years ago in high school I am doing a lot better now 

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Neville

Good to hear, well done ..

Neville

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