Showing sad poems for tag "haters"

They make me famous

the-outsider

They point to me. 
They laugh at me. 
They call me names. 
They come at me all the time. 

They make fun of me. 
They hang labels on my bag. 
They talk about me behind my back. 
They take my stuff. 

They are destroying my stuff. 
They bully me.
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