Talk, Talk
words of chalk
making fun of her limping walk
their sneering and snide smiles
staying with her for miles.
Sad, Sad
she wasn't glad
that everyone was mad
at the empty hole
inside her soul.
Chide, Chide
she was denied
so much she cried
no one ever dared
to show her any care.
****, ****
she lay there still
heart nothing but frill
hoping and praying
someone could stop her decaying.
Liar, Liar
her life was so terrible and so dire
she walked straight into a fire
and let the pain
make her sane.
End, End
All of the bullies and all of their friends
in the end could not mend
the girl they had torn down
for now her place was in the ground
I hope you like. This poem is as true as it gets