Bullying

( BULLYING )

Billy thompson got picked on at school, they always would take his money.
They would call him names like Fat Albert, and thought that it was funny.
Billy was angry so he told his mom, but she thought that he was lying.
He guessed that she didnt care, even though every day he would be crying.

This went on for many days, he tried to tell his teachers.
They said dont tattletale, that he had some stunning features.
Billy was mesmerized, he didnt know what to do.
He couldnt walk around all day, feeling sad and blue.

That Thursday was herendous, the name calling it just grew.
After school he got into a fight, and ended up black and blue.
His mother said he probably deserved it, you shouldnt pick a fight.
So billy thought long and hard, before he went to sleep that night.

He went to school the next day, he had a surprise inside his coat.
He wasnt going to get picked on any more, on the paper was all he wrote.
The bullies came as usual, and Billy`s face got read.
He pulled a gun out of his coat, and shot himself in the head.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Helppi Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 10:34 PM
Jasmine, Bullying sucks and kids are lacking the life experience to cope with ostrification. I have seen the result you write of here, she was 12.
Cruz Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 11:06 PM
Thanks Dan yes its sad that kids are cruel like this to others. Thansk for stopping by
Goswami Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 6:14 AM
Very sad ending Jasmine...My smile was stopped by your last line...Thank you very much dear...Keep it up with love and respect....See you again...bye...
Cruz Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 7:25 AM
THanks Sandip yes sadly this happens alot
Yvonne Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 6:12 AM
It is so sad how cruel people can be. A great write.
Cruz Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 7:25 AM
Thank You Maurice and yes its too bad they dont see how they really are until they are older and even then they dont see it.
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