There are things in this world
Meant not to say
But to be seen and not heard
In their own quiet way
If said, it's regretted
For feelings get stung
And then
There are hands to be wrung
Because
When they ask
Why you've put up your shields
You hide behind your mask
Bullying bites
Even when it's gone
Because hurting comes fast
And the healing takes long
So wish
On a shooting star
That when its done
You don't have a scar
And know you are lucky
Because many are scarred
And many
Are marred
Think of them
Often
Lest they be
Forgotten
You know
It's not right
Don't ask about scars
Or their lips will get tight
Speak up
For the ones with no voice
You can do it
You have the choice
Don't be the onlooker
The one who
Just watches
It isn't you
So find
What's been took
Or at least
Help them look
Their dignity
Is priceless
Don't let it wash away
During this horrible test
Give the
Best
And expect
Far less
For a little pride
Is good
But it's bad
To have more than you should
So never
Forget all the ones that we lost
And please try to help
Our wonderful cause
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