Person Anonymous

by Jo   Oct 3, 2005


Her life is an old t.v.; black and white.
She can't eat lunch because she's afraid of the names they'll call her.
No one knows how she feels, and that makes her have to suffer all of this alone.
They don't care what happens to her.

She has friends, but none to take up for her when this kind of stuff happens.
We have teachers and counselors, but neither can help her any.
She walks with her head down; alone.

I wonder what they get out of making her life miserable?
It doesn't seem fair that his has to happen to her.
She doesn't do any harm to anyone.
She's as nice as can be, yet they treat her like shit.

They think it's funny if she runs into someone, or if she doesn't look perfect.
When will anyone try to help her?
What's it going to take?
How come we live in a world full of people like her offenders that never get their punishment(s)?

How come nice, friendly people like her have to go through stuff like this?
I wonder if anyone will try to help her.
I hope she finds the courage to fight back, and a friend who cares.

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