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.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx6 days ago in FYI
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It is not, though I understand how difficult it is to quiet those voices in your head, the ones that keep ringing long after all outside voices have been silenced. Add social media to the mix & perhaps they never quiet.