A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood.
I sank,
They came,
I swam,
I floated,
I moved,
Moved away from all those who told me "no",
Back to those who told me "save yourself",
Tried to make life more than what it is.
Now I'm on my throne,
The sharks who chased me are my jester and audience,
Bowing heads to the one they said
"You won't amount to much",
Called me "useless",
And "waste of sperm"...
I'm a shark too,
But unlike them,
I'm a King.
Their food is my Court,
Their weak are my strong:
Strong in weakness,
While their physicality fails them.
Those sharks dare to ask to sit at my table.
And oh, how they don't like being outranked by the one they categorised as prey.
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Author:
Niall (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about how I dealt with being bullied at school.
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Great writing and a great message, Niall! Especially today with social media, kids get bullied to the point where suizide seems to be the only option. It is so sad, and somehow we have to find a way to put a stop to it. Your poem should be 'must reading' in any school!
Thanks for your kind words! I agree, having experienced it myself the internet isn't a nice place sometimes... it's easier for people to say whatever without thought of the repercussions because there aren't any
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