Bullied Pain

Early morning, alarm clock rings
Get ready for another school filled day
Arrive at school
Classes start
Now mid-day, then it starts
Mean names
Pushed to floor
Body hurts
Please no more!
Teachers turn their back and ignore
Another push
Another shove
A slap
A kick
A cry for no more
Tear filled eyes
Blood on floor
Their laughter in return
Pleading eyes ask for help
Teacher, Parent, fellow student
Their turned backs are my answer
My cries
The pain
It's torcher 
Two years later
Pain still the same
My endless nightmare comes again
Now adults want to help
After years of pain
They start to notice
Innocent eyes
Now dead
Useless
Worthless
Ugly
Words they said
Pain that never ends
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mehta Avatar
March 31, 2014 at 7:34 AM
Brilliantly penned poem. Congrats on your poem being featured this week, jessica
Camp Avatar
February 7, 2011 at 1:59 AM
I remember bullying from my high school days in the 1950s. It was terrible then and even worse now. Elton Camp
Acevedo Avatar
February 7, 2011 at 12:36 AM
This one really hit close to home for me. :)
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