Stop. Bulling.

Stop. Bulling.

A Poem by Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3

Wrote this after a long conversation with one of my DA friends.

My name is Anne,
I am but ten,
I never want to go to school again,

The girls say I'm ugly,
They won't let me play,
So I'm alone almost every day,

The boys call me names,
They throw rocks at me,
Break my glasses so I can't see,

I had one friend,
Her name was Eleanore,
We don't talk much any more,

Maybe I won't go to school today,
Maybe they won't notice I'm gone,
Because, after all, I'm only one,

My name is Anne,
I am but ten,
I never want to go to school again.

© 2011 Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3

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Added on January 9, 2011
Last Updated on January 9, 2011


Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3
Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3

Stanford, KY

I am a nut. And I troll. I write depressing poetry or whatever comes to mind. I may sound depressing through my writing, but I'm actually rather sweet once you get to know me. ^-^ I am a crazy rave.. more..