- Name: Phantazia A.
- Age: 14
- Category: What Moves Me - Photo Essay
- State: Wisconsin
She sits alone, keeping to her own.
She silently cries, wishing the pain would die.
The person who told her, he would never hurt her
Is not looked at the same, for he’s the one who causes her pain.
He’s called names, and is thrown hateful words.
He wants to call out, but he’s never heard.
The outcast is what he is called
He doesn’t see why they’re so appalled.
The people that we’re once called ‘friends’
turned out to be demons in the end.
Even the ones he thought were family, kick him
even when he’s barely standing
The people who cause this are a problem,
though no one can completely stop them
This word is often misused, but there should be no tolerance for abuse
The struggles that make or break us
Make it hard to find people to trust
But if we find the strength inside
It’s our story that makes us
One of a Kind