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Running Through My Mind
There are many things that run through my mind,
good things, bad things, and things that are unkind.
I try to ignore,
but I can’t help avoid all these words.
They come like herds,
and like arrows in the dark.
There is something called bullying,
these words dig into your heart, fully in.
Bullies think it’s fun to do these things,
but something they don’t know are the thoughts that cross your mind.
There are somethings that you can never leave behind.
The harsh words that touch your heart
come rushing back once again.
I feel like I’m in chains.
Us, girls, are hard on ourselves,
we doubt in our looks,
looking at different books,
that have images of young teens looking like models.
Makes me feel unworthy,
which makes other people worry.
The things that people say come freely into my mind,
coming back like an echo,
it makes me feel like jello.
You’re fat, your ugly, and all the harsh words anyone could say,
bounce back to my head.
I feel like I’m dead,
I try to ignore and think about happy times,
but the only problem is that there is none
I hear and read stories about people with guns on their heads,
and sometimes I get the idea of doing it too,
but it can’t come through.
The many words that stab my heart,
make me never forget those words that bounce back to me.
I want to feel free.
I walk by and hear the silent whispers,
that are hard to ignore.
The harsh words come at me like a roar.
I started to doubt,
the God from above.
I felt no love.
I knew who God was, but I didn’t believe in him.
I went to a camp,
that made me feel like a champ.
It brought me back to God,
and helped me realize he was the one.
I thought he was done,
but I saw that he was still working in me.
I learned to forgive the people around me,
even though they wouldn’t do it back, I just let it be.
I also learned to love others even though they hated me,
and after that, God gave me the love right back.
I was on the right track,
where I belonged,
with the God from above.