Poetry Page 7!

FULL STOP 2 BULLYING!

Poetry Page 6

A stifling hall becomes a suffocating hell,

I mould myself into the bars bordering the cell.

Though I try to shield myself from hushed giggles and

I’m thrust into the spotlight where my tormentor lurks.

Alone and unaided, I’m left to her mercy,

Unrelenting, she shows no sign of courtesy.

I resign myself to my torturous, cruel fate

Her shadowy eyes brimming with ill-disguised hate.

Pointing and jeering,

Taunting and sneering,

One inch from my face

No proof for a case.

If only there were someone to talk too

So that there’d be no beating in the loo,

And although I’d run from the scene in haste

I could never, ever forget that taste.

Unforgettable, unforgivable

Unmistakeable, unrepentable.

That sour tang of mangled, mashed up muck,

Hinting for a while the end of my luck.

Alone with my sorrow there seemed to be no end

Not one person bothered with a lifeline to lend

Though in my heart I knew this torture wasn’t fair

In my head I was only getting my fair share.

When my ordeal finally came to a head

With my legs feeling overwhelmingly like lead;

I prepared my mind for inevitable pain

And with that my torturer tightened the chain.

Whilst the harsh throbbing of death coursed through my

Surrounded, no realistic chance of fleeing

I closed my eyes tightly away from the nightmare

My heart rate slowing doomed forever in this lair.

The next thing I remember is feeling cold in a white room

White ceilings, white floors, the image of a nurse starting

Although so terrified at first at what harm may come to me

I soon relaxed; panic over, into my saviour Leigh.

My memory won’t erase the agony I was inflicted

And nor will it forgive the cruel way my enemies dictated,

However I can now awaken with no feelings of despair

And be ready to take on the day with an untroubled, free

To all those out there who are suffering still

Please do not think that the answer is a pill.

Deep breaths and some courage is all you need

And from then on in your life, you’ll take the lead.

Approach a friend or a teacher, just please tell someone

Say nothing and your bully will already have won.

Soon enough you’ll be free, crying with much elation,

So please take my experiences for some inspiration.

This poem is written by a young lady who is a survivor of

bullying. This lady talks with passion but most of all care

- I hope it is of help to you.

May I finally pass on my thanks and best wishes to the

writter of this poem.

A week of Bullying . . . .

Its Monday now,

which I dread

The boys nick my books and pens

They even nick my lenses

Its Tuesday now

which I hate

They even nick my mums crates

They also nick my fate

Its Wednesday now

I'm so scared

Nobody cares

They sometimes nick all my fare

They also tear my homework

Its Thursday ohh my god

They nick my cod

Off my plate and in there mouth

Its so not fair

Its better today cause it the last day of school

Until next week

they still hit and punch

they thump and clump

You should see the lump

By Lauren Le'Mon

This is a poem which describes the torment one person goes through every day - something which should be stopped.

Thank you so very much for your contribution to the site and am pleased to say Lauren has assured me the bullying has now stopped. A happy ending that proves bullying can be stopped!