Scream and Yell

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Some might say I’m mean.
Some might say I’m loud.
People will say anything to hurt you.
They will make you question who you are,
And what you stand for.
They say you’re the mean one.
You might be loud and yell.
You might scream and curse,
But sometimes you need to.
You need to yell, scream, fight!
You need to be loud!
They may think you are being mean, but who cares!
When people are bullied, tormented, and wronged.
You have to stand up!
You have to give them a voice when they have none.
You have to yell, scream, and fight!
You have to stand up!
You have to give them a voice when they have none.

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One Night

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One night, two people.
Calling me names, blasting me to others.

Some say it doesn’t matter.
I should forget it and move on.
It’s their loss and blah blah blah...

Bullshit!

Why does it hurt so badly if all these other people say it shouldn’t.
Why am I the target? Am I weak?
Why is it so hard to walk away? Why do I want to keep talking?

And why do I get so angry? Why am I so hurt?

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Keeping Quiet

I'm the vocal one. 
I'm the friend who tells you all. 
when I am sad, angry, and mad. 
I'm the one who speaks out because I kept quiet for so long. 

I'm the vocal one. 
I'm the friend who calls you to give you exciting news. 
I'm the friend who worries, frets and paces 
The one who hates when people are upset,
 but worst of all, I hate when the hate is directed at me. 

I'm the vocal one. 
It's a curse. 
I tell you how I feel, no matter what. 
I fear it's only a matter of time before you leave. 
For with these friends, I always fear 
When the time will come, when I know the truth. Broken, tossed aside so many times, waiting to be tossed again. 
 
Standing on the edge of a cliff waiting for that final push. Losing any real friends, as I fear the ones who are not and the ones I can't see.

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My Voice Never Made a Sound

This poem was written for all those who were made fun of and the bystanders stood by and watched. I am also guilty of this. I wish I could find him to say I am sorry for not acting. 

I stood by and watched 
And I didn't say anything 
And  sometimes I looked away 
 
My lips never moving 
My voice never making a sound 
In protest to your plight 
 
I never stood up and never spoke out 
I sat at my desk and watched and listened 
But never spoke out in your defense 
 
My heart hurt of the things they did 
My heart ached and I saw how they made you 
But too afraid to move 
 
So many people hurt and none of us could move 
We let them decide who we were 
And let them decide what we do 
 
Vile, heart retching acts and still, I did nothing 
We just followed the crowd 
And now all we have is regret. 
 
Where are you now?  
Will you forgive those who hurt you 
And those who just stood by 
Will you forgive me?

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