The crusted bleached soil crunched and creaked for every pace
The gnawing chill crystallizes all in its bleak path
Up high;
Luminescent orbs of shifting flamboyant light danced across the silver skyline
You could join, you must join
Reach the light
Getting off the ground is easy
Grasp the light
Achieving to the Top is the challenge
adopt the light







                                               and for added (or diminished) affect ........

I keep things bottled up
Its a battle to let things out
Want to talk about me? please dont
Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister im sorry
This year I started telling my story:
Friends weren't close
never let anyone be racist
I used to keep things bottled up
Now I've smashed that bottle

Speaker: victim of bulying   
Audience: You   
Message: Bullying is rough, it makes a kid sad, scared and worst of all self concious. Being bullied also affects the way you express yourself which is apparent because you can easily tell this poem is from the point of vue of a victim of bullying without any actual refferance to bullies or being bullied.