bullies
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Too many think that they are GodToo many think that they know GodToo many think that they see GodToo many talk like they know GodToo many sinsToo many SatansToo many prosecutors
Their eyes run to and fro, they see only the outer shell
But what they don’t see, resides inside me, it’s what I’m afraid to tell
Their eyes see assured, confident, and fun
They say I’m depressing, they say I’m too sad
They don’t know that I’m stressing, that I’m just so mad
They say that I’m a goth, but they don’t know how I feel
i feel the sensation of pain. the course is which my blood flows around in the tubes
my body owns. the sensation i feel from the relese i need. I feel the sense in which i
i feel the sensation of pain. the course is which my blood flows around in the tubes
my body owns. the sensation i feel from the relese i need. I feel the sense in which i
A boy little more than three seeing the world,
With a Soldier and a Mother by his sides.
This little boy nothing but what he was told,
But he knew he was leaving home while flying over the tides.
Was always scared to talkHardly ever showed my emotionsHated being called on duringclass in fear of being wrong
Was always scared to talkHardly ever showed my emotionsHated being called on duringclass in fear of being wrong
I don’t love him I care why can’t I just be friends with him?
Why do they judge and attack me for being friends with someone triple my age?
Small… little… shrimp…
Growing up was tough
Picked on for years because of my size
Just wanted to say enough
Late to hit my growth spurt
Affecting me in sports
Parents so supportive
You think no one tells me,
You think I'll never see,
You think I don't have a silent plea,
You sit and stare out at the fieldYou shut your eyes and form a shield.Where did you go wrong?The words and insults form a song.You’re such a fake friend!
Your ray of sunshine hath died. <br>Perhaps the things I thought true Were nothing but deafening lies, A façade. You were like a sister to me Always a shoulder to cry on. The room no longer glows a golden hue as you enter a room, But a mee
These bloated
airheads pumping
their skulls
with fucking
bullshit Your
life is
a lie
While they worshipped Kardashians in high school
I was in honors society before it was cool
That girl Susie.She came in school today.Those kids pushed her around the hallway.They threw her books into the pond,Out the window,And in the woods.
Dear Girl in the bathroom,
It was third hour when I heard you
I knew it was something much worse than a meer flu
Why must you quietly weep in a moaning cry
The kids pick on me, tease me and use me,I use politeness and say excuse me,But they just laugh and stare,So I give them a glare,I
[(I was 15 at the time I wrote this.)]
Because I'm not like you,
you fear me,
you hate me,
you torture me.
I refuse to be like you.
I fear you,
I hate you,
I run from you.
test me
i dare you:
because one day i will have had enough
and you will realize that though i may be a freak
i am a freak to be reckoned with
so remember that when you go to push me down
After a day of cruel words and disregarding looks,
i always find pleasure in reading a great book.
Trying hard not to let the bullying lead me to sadness,
All the while trying to please others it drives me to madness.
I am a misfit
I don't do what others do
I write words ignored.
My eyes have seen hate.
My ears hear things I'd never say,
They are full of hate.
me am i i could never change me odd even if it were forced and bashed yet you, he, she, and them yet you, he, she, and them think me should change but me me begs to differ m is inseparable from e e is glued to m m is glued to e m is equa
Shadows are my friends,
Keeping me hidden from judging eyes.
Blanketing me with promise of safety,
And protection of hatred.
If I can't be seen by anybody,
Then I can't be hurt by them.
The school is full of them
so is life
Hurt,Pain,Suffering
People talking
People hurting
People Hurt
People try
I bear on my shouldersThe weight of a thousand crowsWith their weight, they just watch and waitEvery second, every dayHoping for me to fall downSo I can feel my bodyAs it rots in their dirty mouths
I met a boy
He saw purple and red stripes
He told me a story
About how his fist
Was always kissing bricks
And as romantic as it was
He had to quit
So instead
He spread a story about himself
In magenta, black and elf felt green
A
"Freak
Geek
She's sweet
Oh please
Stop with the name calling
While in far away places soldiers are falling
Babies are crying
Starving
Parting ways
"My crys are silent
I am not violent
But still you break me
This pain I'm taking,
Once it was yours
But then you locked the doors
In front of me and them
But every now and then
Punched, Kicked, and Bruised.
No, they had never put a hand to me
But their words were like balled fists waiting outside for me after school
Balled fists that told me to be ready for a beating at 3 o'clock
I remember my first day of school, backpack and all.
I remember moving across the country.
I remember seeing a new place and not knowing a soul there.
I remember meeting her, we're still friends today.
I am the voice that you fear
the voice of the ones who dare not appear
the ones you claim weak
the ones society doesn't seek
I know you don't care
about the girl pulling out her hair
I've been hurt more times than I can count
I've put a smile on my face when I was hurting the most to hide the pain.
But now but now it's too much to bare
I've kept my feelings inside so many times
Flawless means perfect, immaculate and pure,
The unblemished traits we hope will endure.
But look down inside, deep within your heart,
Could you really say splendor is your favorite part?
Come,
Sit down and view my world
Let me take you in
They say my name
As if it is I that should be ashamed.
And yet, I win another battle
Dear Bully,
I feel sorry for you
you must feel so helpless
so alone
so hurt
that you must hurt others
so lost, so confused
that you have no other way to act
to lash out
Thumbing through the past,
I remember when Kenny Kwan
punched me in the face and broke
my glasses.
I spit up blood like a spittoon
and floods of tears drowned my words.
"Anormal", "Wrong", "Needs To Be Fixed", "Queer!"
That's but a small bit of the everyday soundtack that I hear.
"No, I don't want a Kiss.", "I'm not broken.", "Please don't touch me there!"
Everyone always says college is a clean slate, that you start over new
This intrigued me because for the past 17 years were nothing too exciting
I spent my days going to class where I had very few friends
As I drift aimlessly through these crowded halls, I feel the cold claws of loneliness.
This torture of which we seem to endure, clouds our better judgement, has impaired our non- asinine thoughts.
I am beaten.
I am broken.
I am forced into a mold,
with no hope of escape.
With an iron grip they hold me.
My actions,
controlled with impatiance and cruelty.
But my mind remains free.
I don’t want to not believe
I don’t want her to become something other than what she sees
In the mirror, is a different person?
Researchers say crying is inborn
I had to learn how to cry
I stifled the sight of my tears
Away from the taste of salty crystals on my tongue
Afar from the expression of my fears
When you watch the bullies walk through the hall
and make fun of all the people they see.
Do you realise what you do
to their mind when they go home?
They sit and think of all these things
If you arent in a sport,
You aren't "popular."
If you don't smoke or drink,
You aren't "cool."
If you read away reality,
You are a nerd
If you fail a class,
Across the ocean I've cried.
I've heard my name called by the night.
Even as I've hid my eyes
The waves seem to know my plight
They'd gladly rock me to sleep.
They'd gladly watch me sink.
What I have trouble with constantly
Is what I am ashamed of the most
People look at me and say that girl is so extraordinary
She can be herself without worrying about being ordinary
The Bully
I hear their ugly words, echoing in my head.
Ugly…Worthless…Nobody… I wish you were dead!
Words cut deep, can’t you see?
Without a tongue how do we speak
Without love how do we feel
Without lungs how do we breath
Without faith how do we hope
without hows, how can we accomplise anything
The world is filled with hows and whats
Most of the time
We try to look at someone else's eye's
Try to understand through their covered lies
But what we do not realize
Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize
When their mama cries
Stereotypes and criticismAll in my head.I can not getMy head right.Liking the same sex hasNothing to do withSomeone else'sCriticism and opinions.Making stereotypes about
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
What are the boundaries of your mind?
Quite similarly of one’s own confine.
But why would someone of such intelligence,
Waste their brilliant thought with such arrogance?
If a stranger was the face reflected back
You wouldn't break his jaw would you?
Threaten to murder him for being black
Or beat him for loving his fellow man
Too often I see the withered dreams
It's 12:10am as i write this
my darling insomnia fueling my abyss
feeling cool and calm as music fills the air
though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts
the thoughts that i can't bear
I see people all around me
They love making life
better for their self
some for ourselves
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is
the stark constrast of good and bad,
right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.
What ever happened to gray?
to shade, to shadow,
Some people are bullies
They manipulate people in sight
They love to call people rude names
They only do it to start fights
How you heard of Tyler Perry's movies
I can see the golden yellow crown
Upon a woman whose skin shines black.
An eloquent white silk gown
That drapes down
From her shoulders to her back
Straight to the ground.
I can see the elegant black kimono
You know what really makes me tick…
When I just overheard someone in the library making fun of someone to their friend
Someone getting talked about because of their race, sex, or even choice of clothes
The dude on the news going on about all the world
but we do not really care its all about "me me me"
when kids in schools cant believe in themselves
creating all the heartless hate
Fear storms through the dark endless skies
Where it seems that land can only exist at night
Where thugs rule the world and parents hide behind doors
Hypocritically stating,"the world is yours"
My scars are hidden,
Not self-inflicted
Still they reflect,
My anatomical neglect.
See, I was born with a battle.
And I've just got to deal,
But your comments rattle
The wind whispers dark secrets,
That I should not have told;
As I set free my emotions,
And let go of the old.
Now I cannot capture the wind.
Nor the words caught in it,
Crying in the bedroom
Ready to end it all
Bet you don’t know
How far you’ve made me fall
Your cruel words,
Those evil taunts,
All the things you said that I haven’t forgot
Small, shy and scared of the world
You were teased, humiliated, embarrassed
No one stood up for you, they just laughed along
With a bruised tear stained face you go home, crying yourself to sleep.
They rip off my wings,
my dear brothers. Once kin, now foe.
I watch in despair as my delicate white feathers are wrenched from my back,
I watch as they float gently to the waves below.
Jr.High.
Through the halls, head held high,
making fun of kids of many types.
Just for fun?
Just for kicks?
I couldn't really tell you why.
The laughs
I got, for rude comments I made,
What will people think about you when you die?
What did you contribute
Besides snarky comments and online sighs?
You were so tough on facebook
Your comments on instagram really stung
It's sad to know that there's kids who live in fear
plenty turn to drugs, and others to beer
Society has told her she is fat.
But, she is beautiful.
She is only average, her teacher said that.
But, she is a genius.
Her peers think that she has no friends.
Like ebony feathered ravens
--squawk, caw squawk--
beaks sharp as talons
talons sharp as hawk’s
They prey on the weak,
the strong, and the brave,
the boisterous, the silent,
Rusty chairs, torn books.
Broken clocks, dirty looks.
50 student class with no desire to learn.
Dried out markers, low salary to earn.
Scary teachers, bullies and cliques.
Broken lockers no one will fix.
Why.. why do we live in world full of challenges? Waking up in the morning is a struggle. If only I lived in the world of Harry Potter so I wouldn't be a muggle. The hustle of getting ready and eating breakfast oh..
Growing up I always heard:“Be yourself.”But no one ever told meThat being me, would hurtHurt like losing everything you once loved
It feels like a perfect day
To not care what they all say
They’re just full of envy
They’re just jealous of me
Maybe that’s vain but I don’t care
I’m just throwing that out there
A hand waves frantically
Sandy hair, red t-shirt, glasses,
He is not a friend
He is no enemy either
He is ignored.
2 minutes pass, perhaps.
"I gotta go to the bathrrom."
I once went to this party, Ma'am
I thought it would be fun
You told me to be safe, ma'am
So I took your warning, for once
I saw someone staring, Ma'am
He seemed very kind
Depression settles in my bones
I finally begin to break
The things you do to me
Say the thoughts you've hidden
you never believed I could ever escape
Now I can't because of you
You push me but I don't push you cause
I'm,
scared and don't know what to do.
I,
see you walking to me, but I can not move.
why?
Cause you took away my pride so you can be the BULLY.
The artificial smiles, the spewing lies,
The uninterested lovers, and partners in crime,
The "must focus" and pushes as the way to the door,
The success of our futures is what we were here for,
Freakishly tall, Freakishly short, Freakishly skinny, Freakishly Fat
There’s no escaping it because you are the freak show
You, alone, is where it’s at
“Step on up to see this thing!” they shout
Bullies
Drive people away.
Give them a ride home
And drop them off at a dead
End.
Disregard stop signs.
Pass on a double-yellow
And don't stop when they say
"When."
Half cut vision searches aimlessly for an unknown hope.
Clenched fists’ clutch could render dust from brick.
Smother struggle like deep under water.
Lose grip like sand through an unclasped hand:
Shattered
My words are shattered on my tongue
Slicing my gums
Too afraid to swallow
But the words are broken
Will not come out
They cut up my insides
Because I have not let them out
