Shaking violently, laughing hysterically like I’ve gone crazy
Neither could I breathe nor talk as only sobs came out of my trembling lips
I saw the harsh judgment in some eyes, soft concern in others
And pools of mystery in another, couldn't tell under their mask
I hear laughters and critiques as if i'm a clown on stage
Acting a performance and being at their mercy
A boy hurled a ball at me thinking it was nothing
Until it transformed into a sharp knife stabbing into my heart
When he grew up,
He came to say sorry
But who can he seek forgiveness from when all that was left was a cold, hard rock.
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zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I broke down in front of class one day. A classmate said something that made it even worse. That accident bothered me a lot and often question if I was out of my mind or seen as a joke by my classmates. I would love some advice, thank you!
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i am sorry to here you've gone through this, dear poet. all i can say that it is not the place of others to judge who you are; it is okay to break down. please do not feel burdened by the reactions of others. i wish you the best.
Thank you for your kind words. It has been a few months already and I am coming to terms with it.
I wish you the best too!
It sounds to me as if you are making the best of the situation. By sharing it with us, you are fearless and not hiding your sense of vulnerability. I think you are becoming more independent, more resilient, and more wise as a result. If it keeps nagging at you, talk to a trusted adult outside of your family or friends. They can give you some perspective. In the meantime, believe me, you seem pretty fierce and unique!
Thank you so much! I did talk to my trusted people about it. It does not bug me that much anymore 🙂
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