When I was 5 years old,
What I thought was a new life,
A slightly beating heart,
with raised hands.
When I was 15 years old,
The admission notice in hand,
longing yearning,
With all the spotlight on the lights.
When I was 16 years old,
Cold bad news,
Dirty textbooks,
and uneven wounds.
When I was 17 years old,
I can't believe in the new life anymore,
broken hope,
with coagulated blood.
At the age of 25,
Struggle in terror,
dead heart,
With hands hanging down.
Note: This article uses the first-person perspective to describe campus bullying. In the early stage, I was bullied by campus, and in the later stage, I was a diplomat.
The article looks sad but is actually not sad (at least I don't think it is sad)
Lightning protection: The article is set by ABO
Attacking is not pure, receiving is not affectionate
Due to poor results in the early stage, this is not a cool article
Purpose: Reject school bullying