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Poetry By: tvmotltf134

My bullying ordeal WARNING: Ver enmotional!

Submitted:Aug 13, 2009    Reads: 160    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

Bullies are aggressive
Mean people filled with hate
Hurting someone makes them feel better
Making someone bleed makes them feel good
Why do you hurt people?
Is it because you have problems
And then you take it out on People?
Well, go get counselling
Because you must be extremely sick
To do somethink like that to people
I know how it feels
Being bullied
It doesn't feel good
Bullying tears the victim apart
Why do you bully?
You have no right,
In fact how could you,
Hurt someone because of looks,
Differences, e.t.c
You might think you are cool,
But you're not
You're just a crazy, sick minded
Person, hurting people just to feel better
Bullying isn't funny
I was everyday
At school, since I was
In year four (grade four)
Having racial comments
Spring out in my face
Having rubbish thrown on me
Being treatned
Hurting my siblings
Hurting my few mates
Grabbing my food and throwing it on the ground
I learnt to deal with it
I always but on a happy face everywhere I went
Everyone thought I was happy
But the truth was that I wasn't
I was depressed, sad and emotional
This bullying was done by kids in senior years
Sometimes, I'd nearly reach my breaking point
I wanted to yell, shout and scream at the bullies
I wanted to hurt them
I wanted to make them feel the pain I felt
I wanted to teach them a lesson they'd never forget
But I couldn't
I just couldn't
I really wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine
But I thought
Hang on a minute
If I hurt the bullies,
Wouldn't I turn into a bully?
Deep down I knew I really really
Wanted to hurt them
But I knew even deeper in my heart
I was a kind, caring, compassionate girl
With a good attitude
And I knew, I could never bring myself
To hurt someone, because then, I'd feel like a bully
So, I invented strategies
I would stand the ordeal of my bullying
And after it was over,
I'll go to a place at school,
Where there were lots of trees
And cry my heart out
When no more tears would come,
I'd dry my eyes, and go back to class
I even went to the library,
Which helped for a week
I can still remember how
Happy I until we were
Not allowed in there during breaktimes
I did my last year in primary school
Things haden't changed
But I knew I wasn't going to give up without a fight
I made a vow that year,
That I was going to show
The bullies, that I didn't
Care about being bullied
I set out to work
I found a way to bite back
At them; writing
It was not that I didn't
Know how to write
My writings always blew my teacher's away
I began to start writing about
My feelings, and the person
I became, because of bullying
I began to write poems and stories
My writing works
Blew my teachers away
At the end of the year,
I got back a the bullies,
I got two awards,
In my graduation
They were in English; writing
Mathematics; academically
I couldn't believe
I found a way to get back at them
But my life wasn't much better,
After that,
I began to hate being around people,
It flooded too many memories
I'd normally be alone
I didn't want to be around people
I was never around people,
For three years
I was always alone
I felt different from everyone
My younger sister told me,
Stick with people
You don't do that anymore,
You make me feel sad
Being alone and not being around people,
Can make me feel good
But now and then, I stick with people
But, I never join the wrong crowd
I stay with people,
But not ever a single type of person
If you're respectful,
We'd get along
If you were not respectful,
Let me just say, you wouldn't want to know my comments
Sure, my life was turned over by bullying,
But making strategies, helped
Me deal with it
If you're being bullied,
Talk to someone
Let them help you


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