Bullying.

I carved deep a line.
Separating you and me.
A line that I made
To set me free.
A line you'll never see.

I despise you,
And you're aware.
But you keep me hurting.
Keep me impaired,
Keep me scared.

I hide my face,
But you see my mask.
You break me down.
I'm made of glass.
I break too fast.

Why must you tear me,
And feed me such hate?
What did I do?
You make me afraid.
Afraid of my fate.

I should just leave,
Get up and run.
Just go away.
You know that you've won,
Can't you see that I'm done?

...

This is something I came up with about bullying. I've never been physically bullied, but it really makes me mad that people think it's okay. I don't care who you are, what you do for a living, how popular you are, if you're a boy or a girl, black or white, straight or not. If you bully somebody, I hate you. End of story.

♥ ,the ghost girl.