Poems about Bullying
The eyes of the devil are staring at me, waiting for a mistake.
vested in veins spreading like spider webs of blues of black they say rumors spread like wildfire
Those hollow eyes They haunt me. The same eyes He looked at me with
Dear Mr. Trump, I feel like I’m living in a required reading novel,
I count to ten and i'm calm but I swear it's all in slow motion. One..
Standing at the mouth, seeing the belly of the beast. Steps I take toward the impending digestion.
Ah….first day of High School. The four years preparation for college. I can’t wait to make this my year. TIME
You should know, bullying hurt.
Bully, Racism, Nothing New. Kids going hungry, Not that it matters to you.