Bully

Break me down

everytime you come around

till I'm too afraid

to live the plans that I've made.

 

Call me a name

fill me with shame

laugh and ridicule

just to be cool.

 

Spread vicious lies

like I didn't spread my thighs

everyone thinks it jokular

since you're Miss Popular.

 

You've made me a nobody

misery your little hobby

made me a drag

your own punching bag.

 

Four long years

Four thousand and more tears

beating after beating

led to this final meeting.

 

Miss Nobody's tired

Miss Nobody's fired

I'm ready to stand

with a gun in my hand.

 

I'm ready to fight

ready for your fright

to die for your hate

you realize it's too late.

 

Your sorry, just a joke

over and over you provoke

a violence with a viper's hiss

I promise when I aim I don't miss.

 

You're gone and now me

I'm finaly free

no more guilt no more shame

just a hollow twisted fame.

 

 

Author's Note

Just a sad reminder of the result of bulling and how it erupts into school violence.

Reviews

[Danielle]

This poem i really liked.

This is a poem that I can really relate to.
I like how you start off angry, and then become vengeful. Very nice flow and rhyming.