Bully Poem
As I walk through the school hall,
I wonder what names I will be called today.
Just as I'm about to go to class I hear him call,
He pulls me back and calls me his prey.
He then rips up my homework,
And continues to embarrass me.
He starts walking away with a smirk,
Also calling me his huntee.
I attempt not to cry,
As I sit down in class.
And I begin to ponder,
Of the ways I can end my life.
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Bullying is quite a tough issue in our society today. It is hard to deal with at times, great poem.
WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for sharing your first Poem I hope you found it cathartic to share it ~ it brought back memories ! I'm 33 now an well fit so I don't get bullied any more and the memories and scars have faded. Bullies are weak and some of those who bullied me are dead from drug abuse. Hold your head high ~ you are very vevry precious so hang onto life ~ in the end the Bullies perish. Thanks for sahring ~ Yours BRIAN ~ Check my poems ~ Thanks B
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