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Middle school

Middle school

A Poem by Radacach
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True story...middle school was a hard time for me

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Middle school

Everyday I hated life
Just get me through today
Maybe no one will notice me
Maybe no one will notice that before school I cried

I cried because of them
They locked me in closets
Called me gay
Made jokes at my dispense

They say that they were joking
No harm done
But little did they know that I cried myself to sleep every night
Because I was so scared that it could be true

So I showed them I dated every girl I could got to double digits before I knew it but still they called me gay

Soon girls were just a number
Just a object that I could build myself higher on

I tell my parents all of this and there response is that these kids are just jealous of you Kevin

I wish that was true
But what is there to be jealous about

Girls turned to objects in a second
They were there to build me higher right? To somehow give me the respect I wanted
I used them for my own gain
But what did it gain me
Bur more name calling

Manwhore
S**t
Told I couldn't keep a girlfriend
More jokes at my dispense
And somehow I was still called gay
I still cried those names Hurt too

These girls are getting me no where
But I keep going farther with them
Started bragging about how cool I was

But in a moment I could be brought down by 3 words
You are gay

Those words pump through my heart so fast
My anger rages
Till a kid said it one day and I broke
I punched him in the face
The power I felt
I threw another one

Sitting at my desk feeling that glory but for what?
I get a call to the office
I get blamed for bulling the kid
I try to say no
But the words won't come out

I turn back to girls to hide my pain
To hide my sorrow
Maybe someday girls won't just be a number...

© 2013 Radacach


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I think it was more powerful reading this now then when you showed me a few weeks ago. With every strength it gains depth. With every word I know your pain. Wonderfully written.

I understand your pain to a degree, I was called f****t at least 5 times every single day. Someday your scars will heal and fade away. You'll become a better man because of it. Just keep pushing forward. I love you Kev... Wait I can't say my bestfriend's name since we use pen names, huh? I love you, Radacach. (;

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Its a very common hardship among children and unfortunately the effects remain with us into adulthood. Middle school was hard on me too. I have to say, I think you are doing a fine job at taking your playground battle scars and turning them into poetic release. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I honestly loved this. But I almost hated it. if that makes any sense. At first I hated the kids that teased you. And then I hated what you said about using girls. to make a point. they were just numbers. But don't worry. The end put you on better terms. Anyway. the whole point of my schpeel is that this was a very emotion inducing piece. When it can make me feel like that in many ways. You've done a beautiful job here. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I don't know how autobiographical this is but it's powerful! This is why I love poetry, it lets us vent, it doesn't talk back to us, we release emotions good and bad, we are free to say/write what ever, it gives us joy, it brings us tears, and in this case it moves us deeply. You are talented!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I think it was more powerful reading this now then when you showed me a few weeks ago. With every strength it gains depth. With every word I know your pain. Wonderfully written.

I understand your pain to a degree, I was called f****t at least 5 times every single day. Someday your scars will heal and fade away. You'll become a better man because of it. Just keep pushing forward. I love you Kev... Wait I can't say my bestfriend's name since we use pen names, huh? I love you, Radacach. (;

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

im going to copy my fellow reviewer here and send you a big, huge internet hug!

This was such an amazing poem; and so powerful. I am so sorry for what those bullies did to you, sorry for the pain you had to endure. And you know what? Those guys don't know what they are missing by not being friends with you.

I saw gay students bullied at my school every day, and while people tried to stop it, it was difficult to do because nobody ever spoke out. But this poem could be a catalyst for something, people actually speaking out against bullying like this, and I love that. It's so powerful, so emotional, I love it.

Stay strong, and know everyone here on Writers Cafe is here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to pass a metaphorical internet tissue to you :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


First of all, *HUGE GIANT THROUGH THE INTERWED HUG*
Now that, that is out of the way....
This poem was what every poem ought to be, very powerful and emotional! Well done!
At first, I was thinking, jeez this kid needs to pick a tense! You went from past to present often, but then it gave me the sense that maybe it was to show that you are currently struggling still with what you were struggling with back in the past.
VERRRRRY nicely done!!!
Stay strong.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Radacach

11 Years Ago

Aw thank you so much!!:) glad you like it so much and that you could feel my emotion throughy words:.. read more

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