The BulliesOn Monday, they called me names... I can handle names. On Tuesday, the names stopped but... They threw stones. On Wednesday, I called out... But No-one answered On Thursday, i was kicked and punched... Can I handle the bruises? On Friday, the death threats came... They're not real right? Myabe i can't handle this... Maybe i won't be here tomorrow... Will I?The Bullies
The TruthEvery book has beginnings, Every life has an end, Cuts can be healed by kisses, Yet hidden scars won't mendThe Truth
The PatternLife is like a stitching pattern, Each stitch telling a story, A moral, A Lie. Each fibre - a person, Be rich Or poor. Each crossover a direction, Where? Why? What? How? But not everything can be goverened Thats were the pattern goes wrong, Don't blame the life Don't blame the mind Everything moves onThe Pattern
