Unrestrained

This is a poem I actually wrote against bullying. I've heard so much and been through mild versions of it myself. It's never okay, and it is a serious topic despite the lack of attention it gets.

You shouldn't have bullied, and you shouldn't have lied.

The course of your actions and the force of your words,

are part of the reason they chose suicide.

Like a plague this hatred spreads,

consuming those in its way;

and sometimes lives are taken,

so what have you to say?

Have you no shame for the damage you've done?

Have you no resentment for that person with a loaded gun?

Don't harass and don't degrade.

Look at the monster you've become.

Do you feel empowered by the pain you've inflicted?

Doesn't it hurt now that the tides have shifted?

What about the people you've hurt,

and the lives now lost?

When you laugh, taunt and tease -

just remember that life is never as simple as it seems.

When you push, pull and assault -

do you even know the result?

You disrespect your fellow peers,

to make yourself look better or to please a certain crowd;

what you don't understand is that while you're feeling proud,

the victim to your madness might not survive this round.

Think before you act and contemplate what you say,

because your choices may decide if they’ll see another day.

Author's Note

I know it's long and all strung together, but I usually space out my poems and this one felt more firm without the spacings. It felt resolute and empowering almost, as the words should.