Written at least four years ago, my first poem I have a copy of. It's about Bullies. |
How many times must I tell you? Do you really give me much choice? I have to put pen to paper If I want to be heard. People always think I’m happy And That’s if they see me at all. You wouldn’t know what it feels like Having someone look at you like you’re a wall. People call me names for no reason Treat me like an insect, a bug. They walk all over me, and I let them As I’m nothing more than a rug. One day they will be sorry. Perhaps they will receive what they gave? For now they sit in classrooms Making me feel enslaved. They never think about what they’re doing, Saying, taking, meaning. I wish I could just be alone Away from all their sneering. They give you dirty looks for smiling And for being who you are. You can’t change how they feel They are the Top Dogs after all. I’m the bottom of the food chain. Everyone wants a go at me. Exactly what did I do to make them hate me? It’s a mystery to me. They will never be punished. I will pay for their faults. I will always work hard. They will live on my fruits. They take what they want. Give nothing back. That’s probably their motto; Why should they get the sack? They are better than everybody That’s why they push me around. Think they are bad, breaking lungs, Drowning their livers in drink. People seem to follow them Like a flock of defenceless sheep. I wish I could tell them, to their faces What I really think. I don’t see how they will change. Never for the good. Perhaps it’s me who is wrong? Have I been hiding under a dementor’s hood? They cause people such misery I think it makes them feel good inside. That just leaves the minority of us To run and hide. It’s not worth them coming to school. What do they expect to become? I don’t want to go anymore as They make me feel isolated, empty and numb. Why do they think they are so important? Pushing me around. One day, maybe never, I will put them down. The only things they seem to know Is how to cause others pain. One day they will be told. I am the sun being broken by rain. They know they can rule everything. They are the lions But I am the fox. I won’t let them get to me. I wish that were true. I’d be too scared to give them what they deserve. If only there were others like me. Even then I expect they would rule. I am the twig, They are the wind. I am the pebble, They are the tide. You can not escape them, It’s pointless to run But I do, every time; I give them their way. |