Poems about Bullying
It was pathetic
the way he had to handle it
the situation
the missing phone
our mom's phone
Once when I was little I made a friend
I never imagined that this is how it was going to end
The last time I saw you,you were shriveled up with your hands held tight
You know I thought about you tonight
Dear Mentor,
I hate you,
Thank you.
Thank you for putting me down to a point
You make my skin crawl
For you are unaware of your actions
you say for you are not the predator
But for me,
How does a child grow up from being bullied? How does a girl that was longing to be part of something bigger?