Many Years Ago
Many years ago, when I was young. Back in school I was called a name, by friends and by foe. Yes it hurt a ton, but in the end I won. By day I laughed to hide the pain, by night I cried myself to sleep. I let them call me their name, a new nickname I declared. In the end I did win, bullying put them in chains and set me free. I thought the kids would grow up, some do and some do not.
Date Written:11/9/2020 True Story..........
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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