Turn Back Time
Imagine being told as a little girl that you are ugly, you are stupid, and that you are a four eyed little freak.
I still hear those words in my mind as the days go by in my life.
Those words can crush a little girls dreams and hopes.
Being on a big yellow school bus,
nowhere to hide and nowhere to run,
Your glasses ripped off your face tossed around like a football. Than there broken in half and thrown back.
You have very little money,
So fixing them was with tap and crazy glue.
Only to have it happen again day after day.
I have suffered so as the years have gone by,
Not knowing if I can trust anyone that comes along.
I thought I could get over it all,
but as I get older the trust is not there.
How I wish I could turn back time,
and fight for what was right.
Stop them on sight,
carry my head up high.
Not to be scared to live life and be afraid that being bullied would follow me for all eternity.
How I wish I could turn back time and stop the bullying before it was begun.
Copyright © Donna Tymec | Year Posted 2018
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