My value is nothing.
The world and I are persuaded
About my intelligence.
Everyone assumes
I will fall and fracture.
Before I sleep, I tell myself,
"I don't deserve to be miserable."
If my friend is present, he’ll say,
They’ll leave me.
Funny enough, the school voices
I will soon find my place.
I scan my appearance up and down in my vanity--
My imperfect image is there.
I always talk to myself
To dismiss what the bullies say about me.
My consciousness and heart go into a debate--
Am I more important than what people say?
About the Creator
Ace Melee
-Mainly a horror and fantasy writer.
-I post stories, poetry, and scripts on Vocal. My preferred audience is older teens and adults, but I can adjust for younger teens.
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