Be kind they said
Don't lie they said
Leave them behind they said
But don't comply; or have I misread?
They turned their skulls from the vultures that hurt their prey
As they spit their venomous words like "worthless" and "alone"
Yet they call these names "harmless child's play"
But it is "child's play" when that child is now a gravestone?
You see I was a victim of these words
Those razor sharp words that slice you apart piece by piece
But I had to cry out or sit staring at a wall
So that I could discover a tiny bit of release
As I battled those words day after day
I also battled my thoughts to keep sane
Yet the vultures never deceased
And the teachers attention decreased
But why?
Why didn't the care enough to aid?
They walked on by with no remorse
The did nothing and I was left frayed
Will it ever be the same?
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
Be kind they said
Don't lie they said
Leave them behind they said
But don't comply; or have I misread?
They turned their skulls from the vultures that hurt their prey
As they spit their venomous words like "worthless" and "alone"
Yet they call these names "harmless child's play"
But it is "child's play" when that child is now a gravestone?
You see I was a victim of these words
Those razor sharp words that slice you apart piece by piece
But I had to cry out or sit staring at a wall
So that I could discover a tiny bit of release
As I battled those words day after day
I also battled my thoughts to keep sane
Yet the vultures never deceased
And the teachers attention decreased
But why?
Why didn't the care enough to aid?
They walked on by with no remorse
The did nothing and I was left frayed
Will it ever be the same?
The poem I write aged 10 while at a school where I was viciously bullied for years
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