Why Does It Hurt?

I sit at my table, dreading the day already

And there he is, the boy that made life miserable

He laughed at me

Made fun of me

I felt sick

And who would help me?

Was I just a big baby?

He said nasty things

Made me feel like throwing up

His friends joined in

I felt pressured

I felt like curling up and ignoring the world

And they didn't notice

They weren't watching!

They just yelled at the rest of the class to be quiet

They went on with teaching

Not once did they look

Not once did they see

What these people have done to everyone and me

They have assemblies

They have anti-bullying clubs

So why do we still get hurt?

Why aren't they serious?

Why does it hurt?