Sixth grade, middle school
that's when it begins
the competition, the bullying
trying to fit in
Trying to fit in,
but standing out all the same
trying to belong,
but left out of everything
Their words begin to sink in
like seeds, they breed self consciousness
she longs for the 'me'
she used to be,
the one that could leave the house with no makeup
But she's let their words define her
they bind her, hold her, keep her
blind, unable to see
the beauty on the inside
on the outside, under the makeup
She keeps it bottled up inside
Afraid to tell anyone,
She thinks she's the reason why
But the reason she feels so dark inside
Is because someone else felt the same
And took it out on her,
She knows now she's not to blame
Bullying.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
Sixth grade, middle school
that's when it begins
the competition, the bullying
trying to fit in
Trying to fit in,
but standing out all the same
trying to belong,
but left out of everything
Their words begin to sink in
like seeds, they breed self consciousness
she longs for the 'me'
she used to be,
the one that could leave the house with no makeup
But she's let their words define her
they bind her, hold her, keep her
blind, unable to see
the beauty on the inside
on the outside, under the makeup
She keeps it bottled up inside
Afraid to tell anyone,
She thinks she's the reason why
But the reason she feels so dark inside
Is because someone else felt the same
And took it out on her,
She knows now she's not to blame
Bullying.
was thinking about the effect of bullying on female self-esteem. I've known people who have low self-esteem and were very pretty, but didn't realize it. They had let the things others said (or didn't say) define them, and the result was heartbreaking. This poem just poured out of me.
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