lunatic abnormal dumb illiterate those are just a few nicknames that they call me. Those eyes that follow me wherever I go, no matter what I do, regardless of who I really am.
pfft- loser!
Hey, can I join you for lunch?
I guess, when you're normal already.
HAHAHAHA
He would always hear their whispers but chose to ignore and accept it as something normal in his life.
BOO!
Stop bullying me, please!
BOO!
Trying to fit in, he just didn’t understand why they won’t let me him be one of them.
Sometimes he looks in the mirror and points out all his flaws. He figured that among all of his flaws, there was something not visible yet sticking out like a sore thumb – that he was born with down syndrome.
He was their target, the odd one out, the invisible human, the person no one cares about.
BOO!
HAHAHA
The bullies were big monsters that enveloped his fearful and lonely heart. Their words twisted his mind into thinking that he’s the monster that they are.