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Alexis Apr 2014
At first, all is good.  Everything’s ok, until Christina starts to realize what kind of world we live in.  A cruel one.  Then everything starts to crumble into pieces.  She’s hurt.  People are suffering from the pain that society gives to us. ‘We blame society but we are society’- we are blaming society that that is the reason why everyone is hurting, dying of pain.  Constantly being judged by one another, slowly leaving the world because the pain is too overwhelming.  But we are blaming ourselves because we are the ones who are doing these actions, but sometimes, we just don’t know it.  I know two people that left because they were constantly being judged on being ‘gay.’  I know people that bullied, or once bullied.  I bullied too.  I bullied others, because I didn’t want to be the only one feeling the pain.  I’m sure you must have been bullied once in your lifetime, and you have made fun of or bullied someone else to for the same reason, or probably for a different reason. Some people tell each other to ‘**** themselves’ and then they say it’s a joke.  This is totally off topic (sorta) but I just want to say this.  Telling someone to **** themselves.  People have the nerve to say this, have the nerve to think its funny even if it was a joke. But that person might take it seriously, and how would you feel if that person was gone the next day, because of you.  Now, I’m not saying you have done this, but im just saying in general.  
Words have the power people give them.
But anyways, don’t let anyone make you feel less in any way because we are all equal.  We should all be treated the same, but unfortunately we are not.
a.a.
interpretation.. last one though
Fel Apr 2014
I've always felt "too big."

I have never felt small.
Even when I was little
I was always fat.
I never remember
Being referred to as "little."
My brothers
They always called me fat
My friends, too
And I was always too tall
Just too big, in general
And I hated it
Still do
Cause all my friends,
They're ******* tiny
And they complain.
"Oh, this [insert name of clothing]
It makes me look fat."
Or
"I need to lose weight
I'm at 130 now."
Or the classic,
"My [insert body part] is too fat."
It makes me want to strangle them
Cause they have no idea
What it feels like
To have the only color you look good in
Be the color black
And be labled
As "gothic" or "emo"
Because you can only wear black.
They have no idea
What it feels like
To be anxious around scales
Or anything that has a weight limit
They have no ******* clue.
And my name?
I get called "****** Felicia"
Or
"Felicia the ******" sometimes
Cause of how big I am
And I ******* hate it!
No one knows
How much I hate myself
Because of my weight
And how insecure I am about how big I am
It is seriously why I wish I wasn't me
It makes me wish I was someone else
And it always has
Ever since I can remember,
I have always wanted to be littler
Skinnier.
Just anything
But "too big."
I just really hate my body sometimes.
Lily Apr 2014
To my mother, to my brother, to my sister..
To the ones that made my life a living hell, those who made have nightmares when I wasn't asleep..
To the 'best friends' the ones that back stabbed me, and told that they'll never leave me alone..
To the teachers who never cared, never noticed and never liked me..
To the bullies that pointed at me, pushed me down the hallway, spilled soda on my hair, threw my books in the mud, called me a freak, *****, ****, ******, loner, fat, ***** ; and a lot more..
To this country I had the misfortune to be born here..
To my school, that made my life miserable, made me want to **** myself everyday..
To the doctor that forbid my parents to abort me, when they wanted to..
To society that made me feel like I'm never good enough, a waste of space, made me hate myself to a point I'd despise me....
GOODBYE!!
I am ending my life, and I am leaving this world!
I can not take anymore of this! Enough is enough!
I do not expect you to mourn over my death, or even shed tears for me!
Do not fool youselves!
You never noticed, you never cared, you never wanted to and you never tried!
It's too late now!
Goodbye..
pam Apr 2014
theres this girl
she always feel alone
its like she wished
she was never  born

she always get bullied
but she didnt expect that someone will stand up for her

he's always there for her
they laugh together
and she think she feels happy
first time in forever.

she let go of the knife
because shes already having the time of her life
she also dreamt about becoming his wife

but another girl entered the story
and the new girl tries to steal the guy from her
its like her life now is full of misery
a misery she'll never forget,  no more glory.

the guy left her, and slowly, and slowly
she's alone again, she's again full of melancholy

after days
she tried to stay
at the back of the room
when she left, she saw the guy
and the girl... fighting.
the girl was begging the guy to stay
but the guy said no.

she had a chance to follow the guy
she grabbed his hands and hugged him
she asked him what the problem is
he said nothing
but she know there is something

i want to know why you left me
she asked
the guy looked at her with a concerned eyes...
and she heard the words she didnt expect to hear..

i did that to keep you safe from harm, because i love you.

and the sadpart is...
thats the last word she heard from the guy

and they never get to get along again.
maybe thats just life...
full of pain.
and thats me.
Rl Apr 2014
Do you ever feel like you just don't fit in

to all the cracks and cliques

that society puts you in.

Or do you ever slightly fear being fully yourself,

scared of the raised eyebrows and curious eyes

that
dig
dig
dig into your timid soul..

I try and solve this by putting up walls made of paper

that slowly turn to concrete, a roof, a cave, a den, a house,

away away on a hill side,

so that they can't get in or smell or see

the beast that they've made of me.

For they love to toss me two and fro
with words and chatter. Vulchers * of
*'Why do you look, talk, dress like that'

There mouths like open caves I can see there teeth,
rotten and decaying.
Graves stones.

I don't want to explain
I don't want to talk
I walk away alone
and peer through windows
watching them silently turn to stone,
mannequins of each other
letting my spirit grow.

-

To me it means sacrifice
to hide who I am
never
For I'll find people
who know and understand

what its like to be
ostracized
beaten,
battered,
and
killed over and over again,

all for just wanting to live,
for just wanting to be human.

People forget we are all human.
Just a draft. Will probably redo most of it, but needed to get this out. I'm sick to death of people being battered and bullied for who they are. And this poem doesn't skim the surfaces but I want to just say if your going through any of the **** mentioned keep going. Hold you head so high you cannot see the evil below. I could say more but its 4 mins to midnight and I have college tomorrow.
Jenny Lam Mar 2014
In an unpretentious school,
Was a short-haired boyish girl.
On the day of April Fools,
her life began to unfurl.

“She’s a boy,” her classmates claimed.
Behind her back, unashamed.
On April 1st, they pulled a trick.
Hiding in the restroom quiet and slick.
Pictures taken of her mass unclothed,
From eye to eye her body exposed.
She sobbed and sobbed at their cruel conspiracy.
That was the end to her only privacy.

One by one, she lost her friends
Left with her miscellaneous odds and ends.
Including the picture of her deceased mother.
A detail known by no other.
Then one day, loved photo in touch,
A student snatched it from her clutch,
Threatening to tear it until she explained it.
That was the end to her significant secret.

Laughed at, played by, made fun of.
Not even a single respond from above.
Knowing a single answer is near,
There are days she wishes it were here.
It’s too much, she cannot take it.
Each day ten times worse to even fake it.
A note left behind, a hand clasping a knife,
That was the end to her life.

*- Jenny Lam

— The End —