My poem (it represents what a bullied victim would say)

Struggling to stay in this world, like flames on the inside because all i hear is some things that are the opposite of  pleasant, everyday i go to school i feel like police cars are having their sirens on, flashlights falshing at me, people staring at me, like it is such a crime that i am even alive, staying in the world is like crushing a can, becuase crushing a can gets hard when you try to keep it straight……….., in the palms of my fingers i feel thumping, like *thump* *thump* *thump*,  on the outside you see a smile…, but do you see the inside???….., do you see me crying in agony?…, No you dont, you see me living it to the fullest, and i try and try  but i keep on having ups and downs, they say dont ever give up…, no matter what anyone says.., and that is what i do, i tell my self in my mind ”DON’T EVER GIVE UP!!! DONT EVER GIVE UP!!! KEEP TRYING!!!!”, and i never give up becuase i know there is always a reason to live….