Poems about Bullying
The season of Autumn was about in the air,
in your soul,
under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind,
I am young, I am free,
I am looking for what I want to be.
Doctor or a lawyer, a teacher or a poet.
They call him broke and bummy
He got a 14 on his ACT, so no they're calling him a dummy.
(Twas I that woke up in the morning
Not knowing by the end of the day would I be mourning?
She’s standing all alone.
She wants to be noticed.
She smiles at you,
Let me ask a question without talking out of turn
what makes you special that you can beat on me till my bruises burn
Tired, restless
Heart beats in your chest and
Breathless
You’re smothered by the background and
I did it again.
I made father angry.
I don't know what I did wrong, but it must have been something.
Selfish.
Ugly.
Worthless.
Dirt.
What's the best way to make you hurt?