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2 BULLYING !
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POETRY PAGE 3 !
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I Don't Understand, This Doesn't Make Sense.
What's the difference between us?
What makes you so much better then me?
Have you descended from some form of divinity?
Do you really feel like your that much more,
just because you tease me?
Bully!
Why do you pick on me?
Aren't we both flesh and blood underneath?
Don't you know how much you make me mad?
Sad?
Upset?
If you don't know, then you mustn't be very wise.
Your eyes must be clouded by some unseen mist.
Now everyone around me, especialyy my family,
is in danger of my anger.
My temper.
My rage.
My sadness.
Everyone around me, mostly my family is at risk.
Simply because you think it's fun.
Simply because you tease me.
Call me names.
Make me mad.
Make me sad.
Make me upset.
With those lies.
Your lies.
You think calling me names is fun?
Then I think you're pretty dumb.
But then again we're not that different.
For if I were smarter,
I would have found a way to stop it.
Forget it.
Let it go.
Walk away.
But I can't.
Because we are the same.
Insane.
You for starting it.
Me for not reporting it.
This has gone on for too long.
Stop. I've had enough.
Leave me alone.
Leave me out of this fun of yours.
Go have fun some place else.
Go have fun on your own.
I'm tired of crying.
Tired of yelling.
I'm tired of looking over my shoulder when I'm walking.
You're not better then me,
Bully.
But I'm not better then you,
either.
Stop teasing me.
Bullying me.
I've never harmed you.
Only my family.
Only me.
I've always taken most of it out on myself.
Me.
Because I don't want to harm anyone else.
And maybe that's the difference:
I care and you don't.
But I still think that we,
me victim, you bully,
are still basically the same.
Insane.
You were driven insane by somebody.
And you took it out on me.
I was driven insane by you.
By your teasing.
By your taunting.
By your lies.
I was driven insane by you.
Bully.
But don't worry.
I won't take it out on you.
I won't punch you.
I won't stab you.
I won't shoot you.
Don't worry.
Bully.
I've always taken most of it out on myself.
Me.
Marie-Josée Bertrand
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Hi I just wanted to send you a poem I wrote called the bullied bully.
Always be yourself because the people that mind dont matter and the people that
matter dont mind
The bullied bully
I lay awake each night
Struggling to let go off the past
A mark it has left in my heart
And a memory stamped in my brain
From the day it started the haunting's began
Rumours and taunting that was their game
From day one they gave me the blame
Teachers didn’t care
They were aware
Made me hate myself and others
Belittled and demeaned me
I will never forget
Getting grips with reality was heard to bear
Oh how I wish they just ended it
Then I would be free
The people around me just stood and stare
Didn’t blink and eye
Didn’t think it was unfair
A normal child with no confidence to spare
I became the butt of everyone’s jokes a child with
no hair!
My family though that my life was great
With a big smile plastered on my face
My life became hard to fake
I began to ?give and take?
Whatever they did to me I took out on someone else
It made me feel good it made me feel great
For once I forgot I was in pain
I know it was mean I know it was cruel
But that’s how it was played in my school
I was singled out to be the object of scorn
I wished I was never born
She called me a bitch she called my poor
Then she threw me on the floor
And then when I finally lost it
The teacher became aware
Reported me for bullying that was unfair
I gotta admit the bully had game
Giving me all the blame
Months of humiliation down the drain
She got what she wanted I was framed
I know they were right
I know it was true
The words they repeated
Made me feel blue
I was talented, gifted and bright
Oh why oh why didn’t I put up a fight
I stood out in a crowd
I did my parent proud
That was enough to get me bullied
There words ripped into me like a thousand knives
I couldn’t even stand up for my rights
The bruises and scars went after a while
But the words I was told
Made me feel cold
I will remember forever and never forget
As I lay in my bed
Struggling to let go off the past.
By Hamda A A Egeh 10.6 ( Be who you want to be not who others choose to see )
and this is a bit of a Mcfly song :
YOU'LL NEVER BRING ME DOWN
COS IM SO FAR ABOVE YOU YOU THINK YOUR STRONG
BUT YOUR NOTHIN TO ME NOW AND
I HOPE U'LL BE HAPPY NEXT TME AROUND
Our thanks goes to Hamda for such a hard hitting poem who also shows the power of music can help to make sense when things are tough.
Good luck from all @ FS2B! :-)
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I'm sure you will all agree that this poem shows the genuine heartbreak bullying can cause. Thank you Marie, take care. Gemma :-)
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