To The Bullies:

I know not why I was chosen
To be the next victim
Of your poison.

I know I'm not the same,
That's easy enough to know.
My sadness blamed by bullies
And other consequences in tow.

You hit me and you yelled at me
For being different than the rest.
And when I'd start to cry and scream,
You'd say it's my dying breath.

I know that I look different.
It's my illness, can't you see
That just because I'm different
Doesn't give you the right to be mean.

I remember the bullies
The bruises and the pain.
I remember crying
But it being just in vain.

If only someone noticed
And made the bullies stop,
Maybe there wouldn't be roses
Atop my soon gravetop.

I wish my tormentors could only see
How their pain, fists and words
Have impacted me.
tender101 tender101
18-21, F
1 Response Jun 27, 2011

i can relate :( all through middle school (and part of high school,before i grew a backbone) i was tortured by bullies for being different