The Sqwooshed Pushed

Venting on how I got bullied in my youth.

Cold in my heart begins to smart
It's pain ripples and flays the day
It's not the ice or the snowflakes
It's not the wind or the raindrops
It's the cold cruelty that I feel each day
Deep inside there are hidden dry tears
That hold the scars of the bullies furry
They always pestered
They always pushed
On and on, always
Till my soul felt sqwooshed!

Why do people fear what they can't understand?
Why do people fear the unknown?
Why do people fear what I am?
Or maybe they fear what they are inside.
And that's why they push....

Maybe...
Someday...
I'll put it in the past..
And be able to live my life at last.

Author's Note

Feel free to comment about anything. I'm looking for how the words make you feel though.

Reviews

[beezle]

what really got me was the question asked in this poem.."Why do people fear what they can't understand?" I guess in my own opinion, what we CAN understand, we have control over..while what we cant understand, we cant control, which leaves us feeling vulnerable. Vulnerability creates fear. Letting go of your past is the key that opens the door to freedom. It's not always easy to find that key though, and I know this from experience. It took time for me to realize that I am NOT my past..and I wont let my past haunt me like It used to. This is an excellent peice...you've inspired me..thank you.

[Saskia Liddick]

Saskia says:
I like the way you exp;ained the extremem of your emotions. It was a lovely poem and fun to read as I sit here in my coffeeshop. It gave me nostalgia when I was the girl that everyone pushed to the ground and stuck their tongues out at. Not good nostalgia, but it makes me feel your pain.
I like that in a poem. Keep writing,
Liefde, Saskia

[Hello, Goodbye]

simple but the point.


'Maybe...
Someday...
I'll put it in the past..
And be able to live my life at last.'


I enjoyed that portion the most because I have felt that feeling verbatim.. so it always hits home when we can relate to a piece.. nice job..

[Music's Color]

Hi, new writer here myself, and this is my first review, so don't mind, please, if it's a bit lengthy and annoying:
Well, I really liked it. It identifies with a lot of people, myself included. The three lines of "Why do people fear...?" really got to me, because I always wondered that myself whenever I got bullied. And that was frequently. Very, very frequently.
The words made me feel like I wasn't alone, something that people being picked on tend to forget. But you're on the right track to letting go of the shallow people who fear the unique individuals I find are becoming so increasingly rare.
You did a wonderful job conveying the feelings of those frequently judged; keep up the good writing. You have a lot of talent.

[Blue tailed kite]

Oh wow, a really nice write. Especially loved the line " Why do people fear what I am/ Or may be they fear what they are inside". Usually bullies are people who try to dominate others to hide their own insecurities. Loved it.

[Inner Rain]

Oh... i know how this feels. I get bullied in school on a regular basis and it all seems like I'm part of their everyday video game. This is a very nice piece. i was truly touched by this... Ill be adding this to my favorites. :D Great piece of work. Truly worth reading on a melancholic day like this...