The hallway seems longer, you try not to hint at the darkness creeping inside your vision, or the judging orbs turning around to face you.
Soles of your footwear trudge upon the tile floor, each step calling them to sink their teeth into your soul.
Their bites leave scars, eternal memories of the fights that happened on the battlefield.
Continuous barks and snarls poke and **** your ears ceaselessly, keep moving.
Your locker bent and dented, the countless repeating pounces
and slams coated the rusted metal door.
Turn around, SLAM, laying on the floor covering your ****** head, a coward.
Howls of laughter sound, they circle around waiting for an opportunity to finish their hunt.
Don't attack, but surrender,
too scared to hold your ground.
You’re weak,
You're useless,
You're stupid,
You're ugly,
You're worthless,
You are nothing.
Each word, every growl, added to your collection of everlasting pain no remedy could cure. Look up one last time,
Bystanders watch like stiff oak trees in the forest, acting
with the current of the wind, bending at will, standing there as an innocent life is taken
by the hands of the vicious, heartless predators.
But the only thing learned is they are the wolves, and you were their prey.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
The hallway seems longer, you try not to hint at the darkness creeping inside your vision, or the judging orbs turning around to face you.
Soles of your footwear trudge upon the tile floor, each step calling them to sink their teeth into your soul.
Their bites leave scars, eternal memories of the fights that happened on the battlefield.
Continuous barks and snarls poke and **** your ears ceaselessly, keep moving.
Your locker bent and dented, the countless repeating pounces
and slams coated the rusted metal door.
Turn around, SLAM, laying on the floor covering your ****** head, a coward.
Howls of laughter sound, they circle around waiting for an opportunity to finish their hunt.
Don't attack, but surrender,
too scared to hold your ground.
You’re weak,
You're useless,
You're stupid,
You're ugly,
You're worthless,
You are nothing.
Each word, every growl, added to your collection of everlasting pain no remedy could cure. Look up one last time,
Bystanders watch like stiff oak trees in the forest, acting
with the current of the wind, bending at will, standing there as an innocent life is taken
by the hands of the vicious, heartless predators.
But the only thing learned is they are the wolves, and you were their prey.
I wrote this poem based off of what feelings I had about bullying, about how I see them. They are wolves they hunt you down until you can't breathe. I've been bullied all my life so I let my feelings out.
