He stands there
Laughing at me
As if he didn't just push me
Or kick me, or make me feel small
"Its just a joke" he says
If its a joke why am I crying?
Why am I telling you to stop?
Avoid you on the playground
Stay on separate teams
But sooner or later we end up face to face
And the bullying continues
Name calling, targeting
Its so funny you bruised my hip so hard I can't walk
Its so funny you pulled my arm the wrong way
My mom tells me "next time tell his mom" but next time he denies it
Next time he says its my fault, that he was just playing the game
But the truth is he doesn't care that I won
He's just mad that someone finally has the guts to put him in his place
But who cares anyway?
No point trying to change people who don't wanna change
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 9:15 PM UTC
He stands there
Laughing at me
As if he didn't just push me
Or kick me, or make me feel small
"Its just a joke" he says
If its a joke why am I crying?
Why am I telling you to stop?
Avoid you on the playground
Stay on separate teams
But sooner or later we end up face to face
And the bullying continues
Name calling, targeting
Its so funny you bruised my hip so hard I can't walk
Its so funny you pulled my arm the wrong way
My mom tells me "next time tell his mom" but next time he denies it
Next time he says its my fault, that he was just playing the game
But the truth is he doesn't care that I won
He's just mad that someone finally has the guts to put him in his place
But who cares anyway?
No point trying to change people who don't wanna change
this poem is about a certain boy who thought it was okay to physically hurt people because he was mad and then pretended it wasn't his fault
glad you were left back in middle school