BulliesA Poem by Ryan HendersonA poem comprised of the feelings I get when bullied.There's a certain Hellish realm, Reserved for anyone who is battered, beaten, and forced to submission. Every evening while I sleep, There's no hiding from their voices in my mind, There's no place in Heaven high, Where I crawl away and die, The only real solution's absolutely homicide. All the things I have endured, All my torment, I abhor. I don't care about fitting in, Or these psychopathic cliques. Nor what I am classified to be: nerd or cool. And the next fool to stomp on my book, or to slap away my tart, I will make them fear the pain inside my heart. I'm a teenager on a mission, And contrition's not my style. Am I a monster or a man? I cannot say. All I know is that salvation, Is just passed all this damnation. Salvation... Just one shot away. You think I've arrived bearing forgiveness. I come not with peace, but vengeance. There's a high price to pay, for the forgiveness I purveyed. I once was a boy, so friendly and yielding. Everyone with a problem coming to me. I once helped a fellow who then smacked me farewell, That's when I learned to just, Leave people in Hell. `A poem by Ryan David Henderson © 2015 Ryan HendersonAuthor's Note
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Added on November 15, 2014Last Updated on January 5, 2015 Tags: Bullying, support, help, spoken word AuthorRyan HendersonCobourg, Ontario, CanadaAboutI will review your work if you send me a read request, I like to help writers get off of the ground, I will also suggest ideas for your work if needed. Please note that I don't really like poetry... more..Writing
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