Bulllying

A Poem by Maimoonah R

This is a poem written to be spoken to an audience (spoken word poetry) and even though the total impact of the poem may not be conveyed as it cannot be heard, feedback on this will be appreciated.

Everyone talks about bullying. The whole world talks about it. Everyone says it has to be stopped. But who does? Who does is what I ask you again and again. Who does? Nobody. Nobody even bothers to think about it.
No matter how much you say your against bullying, you do it every single day. Just by letting some one down to please your self is bullying. You’ve been bullied at least once in your life. But sill you go on and do the same to others.
How can you. Knowing how terrible it feels? Knowing how impossible it is to get rid of the horrible pain? You still make others go through what you would never even dream of going through yourself?
And still, you call your self human? A human plays the role of a superhuman creature who is meant to care and protects others. Not hurt the defeated for self satisfaction reasons.
You bully others, your known as one of the haters, why, you were bullied by the brothers of the trusted? You went pleading to the teachers but being imprisoned lead you to take the path of the scissors. You know no motivators can pull you out of the killers world.
There's just so much going through your mind. Should I tell? Should I not tell? What will happen? Why? why cant they see the horror in my eyes? Am I taking the easy way out? I don’t want to hurt anyone by doing this. Will I regret it?
White and red. Blood bleeding bones. The reminders go through the layers of forbidden truths revealing the darkest, deepest secrets. You ask yourself again and again why cant they decode the coding written on my forehead? Why cant they understand the reason behind my tears? Is this it? Are they just going to let me fall to the dark so there’s no possible spark of hope? Does this shady world not include the safety I was promised as a child? Has this world failed in releasing the constricted souls from the fears of doors to hope because I can surely say hope is what we live on and hope is also what gives us the most pain.
You wonder if anyone will stop this civil war going on inside your head or if this is just the way of life for you now. When will this world full of masters stop going faster over the problems and misreading your stormy story?
You demand to know why they’re letting you fall into the phase of depression and not stopping your progression towards ending the life you were given because you know life isn't a choice but living is.
So why? why go through this horror when you can rest peacefully in heaven.
Now standing here today, I can surely say that at least once in my life I’ve been there and you have to. Maybe not to that extent but you know how it feels. Once you’ve been hurt, your hurt for the rest of your life.
Whether the pain be big or small, You’ll live with it for ever. Sometimes your able to move on but sometimes it sticks to you like a haunting story forever and you have no choice but to live with it. But if you’ve been there, why do you do it to others or even have the strength to watch it happen to anyone else.
You may feel that the impact of what you did will not be significant on his life, but it could just possibly be the knife that ended his self-esteem which messed his life up.
The picture of the horrifying event is painted in front of your eyes but still your blinded when you abuse the soul of others. Bullying is not a topic to be taken lightly. You have to consider it seriously or else tomorrow the world will rain with desperate tears.