Poems about Bullying
Bullying, why do we bully ?
Is it because we feel that we are strong
Or is it because the wealth that others fond
You ask me to write a poem about myself, how I look, how I feel
Well here it goes, this is me and for starters- I am real.
A normal day at school and your friend is just walking,
As the bully behind him, starts talking.
My mother says that I came out like superman,
With one arm forward.
From the second of birth I was defiant.
When I was younger, I was always tormented by the the shade of words the other students threw at me.
Alive but barely... staying breathing I lose myself in the constent meaning that I am me... but who is me?