#bullied
I wrote my name in blue ink
you scribbled over it in black.
you’re still mad at me I think
though I can’t quite figure out
what it is that I lack.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 10:21 AM UTC
Unblinking eyes, plastic smiles
Not seeing me, this thing defiled
No friends, many enemies
No one cares about me
Shunned kids at school
Not good enough, too uncool
Taking me to my limit
I just kept on taking it
Pushing it down deep inside
Shows itself as I hide
A target, bullied every day
I die a little more each day
Collapsing inside, heart first
Don't they know how much it hurts?
In private, hot tears slide
Won't let them take my pride
I pretend that I don't care
Don't return their cold stares
Rush back home to get away
Don't want to be bullied today
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
Nails of the master’s reach...
No way out, no returning to innocence.
The bullied beat, the bullied beat...
Knife of the master’s heart we twist round -
Nails scrape for us... but it’s useless.
You are your own rose running, sweet one, smoker...
And they’re stale in their master’s keep.
Don’t need to keep the master beneath us...
In these vertical, breath-short windows, they are the beat-less...
And you stare straight through them.
Smash their hearts with sugar...
A life that keeps no secrets... far from the master’s weakness.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
At morning you wake,
the sun burning your eyes,
you wonder how much more it will take,
until you reach your demise,
you're already counting down the hours left in the day,
terrified for what's ahead,
planning how to get away,
from all the words they haven't yet said,
you start your slow walk to school,
with your earphones full blast,
levitating straight down the hall,
please can this day be the last,
it's hard not to think it's your own fault,
when you're the reciever of every stare,
and the target of every insult,
that plunges you further into despair,
you want to scream "what did I ever do to you?",
for them to treat you like **** on their shoe,
to have your spirit beaten black and blue,
how can people tell you to ignore it,
when everyday you take a hit,
you reported them but it was no use,
they practically just tied your noose,
so inside it you place your head,
and you do as they wished,
so now you're dead,
then they'll say how much you'll be missed
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 10:44 AM UTC
"You're not a lot of fun to be around" she blurted
Not the first time I've heard it
I went
From being bullied to being A bully, was never meant to be permanent
You can probably guess what temperament brought more enjoyment?
So there's a solid argument to be had for it being a just verdict
But if you've never been in that predicament hold your judgmental hyperbolic rhetoric
Most folks seek out that kind of empowerment but keep it quiet, I'm just admitting it
Look, nobody's perfect but the crime has never fit my punishment
Pushed and shoved "getting back to the old me" to the back burner, against my better judgement
Cause I didn't bother with it any further, now a derelict social misfit
Then when it's my turn to take back the moment
My retort, a one and done statement;
Fck you, fck the planet and fck everyone on it
Easier to parrot that then to admit no one can stand me past the first minute
I don't know if it's the misplacement of hurt and anger, a cover for inadequate social alignment
Or a relentless deep seeded resentment for the general public
Not sure but it definitely feels organic
This old dog ain't capable of learning a new trick regardless of any enlightenment
Kinda sad isn't it?
©2024
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC
we hid here
among the words we write
expressing ourselves
anonymously
using synonyms
similes adjectives
verbs nouns
to voice our fragility
our vulnerability
and self-doubt
implanted by years
of subjugation
intimidation
manipulation
bullied
into self-loathing
self-harm
even suicidal thoughts
well here we are
come find us
I challenge you to a duel
your intellect
against mine
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC
Messy hair and stained white shirts.
The laughing stock of this tiny stage.
Stare at your feet,
Velcro sketchers covered in sand.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
Drown out the laughs with your own internal screams.
Now you wish for that undervalued state of oblivion.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:36 PM UTC
To be bullied is to be numb. Having something that makes you happy to have it taken away from you. To live in Pennsylvania, to have my first boyfriend. Everything was great. It was perfect. Until one day I felt the burning in the back of my head as eyes stared at me. Rumors had spread that I was bisexual. They were true, but no one knew that. To be bullied nonstop. Remembering the excruciating pain in my back as I was slammed into lockers. Eventually having to leave before anything extreme happened. That was the toughest thing I ever did. Having to leave everything behind, my friends and family.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
Hiding behind a mask. A shadow to others, unnoticed by all. Some say that beauty lies beneath. Not in today's world. Judgmental eyes follow you like heat-seeking missiles. Their glare can burn you from the inside. As what seems like a million beady eyes staring, you are bound to make a mistake. As you wander aimlessly, hoping for this day to end, the world seems to turn slower, and slower. You feel as if time is against you, that it finds joy in your sorrow. One slip and you are called clumsy. One tear and you are called a crybaby. One wrong answer and you are called stupid. One word and you can be forever laughed at. So if you hold your tongue, remain quiet, never show emotion, and hide in the shadows, you can protect yourself.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Mud bath
Doc Martens
Back of head
Off the beaten path
Still beaten
But at least not dead
**** off, they said
Don't understand what I did
But was
Drowning in the ground
One day they'll come around
To me
Doc Martens
Back of head
Off the beaten path
Still,
Beaten
Dead.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
Nothing as mind described was sin,
suppressing was actual sin.
It kept coming in,
some days unwilled,
some days willed,
it gone leaving perplexed and guilt.
Flocked and bounced until it got exhaust,
left inside everything holocaust.
Innocent, unaware, bruised himself
in threads of twisted thoughts.
Unshared, whispered in thin air, shredded in half.
Coagulated and stranded thoughts,
bruised and bullied, ravenous remarked, fetched the tears in glass.
Distraught and regret pervaded, filled the state of mind with depressed art.
admonished till blood turned cold, still nothing could abolished the suppressed doubts, it still came out, healthy and curious, to demolish everything owned. nothing as mind described was sin, suppressing was actual sin.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
I get asked every day
Like why "I am so crazy?
**** I've been like this since day one
Life feels like an empty High-way
If you got ADHD like I do
You won't feel so lazy
each one of us
has a different story
you wish you can be just you
stay focus while driving your car
don't need to worry about taking the bus
anymore, overthinking again
hoping you wouldn't get bullied
teens like me, are afraid to get a little bit too high
Cause, the drugs will mix with our medication.
Our ADHD got us all Tripping
I pray to god hoping that one day i will stop doubting
All the feeling i hide within my mask
I can't even smile cause all feeling
has us all overwhelming
we all have the same question we got to ask
no one knows how we are dealing
we just hold it all in and smile
and pretend like we all love our life.
Remember you are perfect just the way you are
Don't let your ADHD stop you from reaching your goals
you can wish upon a shooting star
get back up on your feet, and fill these empty holes.
Remind yourself everyday
you are a gifted child with ADHD
that is one of the many reasons why
you are so unique
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC
Reality was my nightmare,
dreams were my solace.
I was real within them.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
Mama
Hugs me
Whispering soft letters
That sing together
And let off a gentle glow
They warm me up
And heal my scars
She builds me a sailboat
And I float
Float
Float
Up into cotton candy clouds
She is my sail
She makes smiles creep onto my face
Floating along
My world of haziness
My boat dancing
In the soft breeze
Which caresses my skin
Her whispers singing
Against it
Then I hear splashing
The waves are now rolling
Higher then I can handle
Their insults weaving their way
In and out
Pebbles are tossed at me
Until they are boulders
And my sail is sinking
And my boat is sinking
And I too, am sinking
Down
Down
Down
And now
I drown
In my sea of tears
The waves
Still thrashing me around
And I sift about
Like sand
Letting them
Drag me
I go
In and out
Of school and insults
In and out
Of my home, and warmth
Their words go
In and out
As they settle in my skin
And bleed out of my eyes
Leaving marking on my face
Until I hold onto
Every word they say.
Til I too am a wave
Washing my brain
Filling it with pain
Sifting around in the abyss of my head
I've sunk
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
Why did she coose me to be the one?
Why did she choose me to be a target?
Why did she choose me to be weakest?
Why did she choose me to be the worst?
Why did she choose me to be the ugliest?
Why did she choose my to be the dummy?
Why did she choose me to be the fake?
Why did she choose me?
Why me?
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Just because it's called makeup
doesn't mean it has to make up who you are.
Just because someone is bullying you
doesn't mean they're not being bullied too.
Just because someone tells you you're stupid or ugly
doesn't mean it's true.
Now, it's true that just because you read something
it doesn't make it true.
But it's important to know that just because you're feeling blue,
it doesn't mean it's the end of happiness for you
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
You come at me screaming
With rage in your heart
Threatening me with violence
But I stand still
You think you are scary
But you have no idea
What goes on in my head
Everyday of my life
You scream and shout
That no one wants me around
Don’t you think I already know that
That it’s all I ever feel like
I stay to myself
I have little to no friends
I hide in the shadows of my mind
Waiting for deaths embrace
Compared to my head
Your threats are nothing
But a glorious welcome
To deaths open arms
So go ahead
Act on your aggression
Push me and beat me
You are only fulfilling my wish
End my pain
Take away the sorrow
Remove the last breath
And end the suffering
But if you think for one second
I’m just going to run and hide
Think again
Cause I’m not the type to run away from death
I walk towards it willingly
Grasping at the edges
Feeling the soft ends
Of deaths beautiful cloak
So please continue to belittle me
Scream and shout some more
Show the world you are just a child
In an adult body
Push me over the edge
Make me bleed out
Cut me with your fists
Cause your words do nothing
They are void
They have no meaning
You want so hard for me to attack
But that will never happen
Try all you want
My emotions stay the same
For if you’ve forgotten
You can scare someone with a death wish
But sadly death doesn’t want me yet
So you will be wasting your time
I have survived all attempts
My work is not yet finished
My door will not open
Not for you or for me
So go ahead and try it
It will only end up in vain
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC
I'm brown skinned with black marks to add
The black marks add the extra hue to my skin
But I'm being crucified because of it
I'm being disregarded because of it
I'm being ignored because of it
I'm being hated because of it
I'm being disrespected because of it
I'm being discouraged because of it
It was supposed to be a bound art of recites upon skin
A simple brown black piece to be admired
A symbol to walk with pride and adoration
I'm brown skinned with black marks to add
The black marks add the extra hue to my skin
Searched for certain little sin on the black marks added to my skin
have I wronged anyone?
By not choice but by if nature has chosen
To paint a sacred black spots on a brown skin
Black spotted brown skin if not clear brown skin
As happy as I will be
As proud as I will be
Words of the world's eye may not bruise part of my heart
I'm brown skinned with black marks to add
The black marks add the extra hue to my skin
As grateful I shall become
By :kaledynthinks
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
I must really get under your skin
Maybe that's why you are mean
Why don't you give it a rest?
Am I really a pest?
I am not insecure
You have a heart that's unpure
They call me a *****
It broke my heart, now it can never be stitch
They say, "you're full of crap!"
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP
But, you can never bring me down
Nor make me frown, not anymore
I know I'm going to be a star
So, thanks for giving me this scar
Please bury yourself in the tar
And watch me as I drive my fancy car
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 4:15 AM UTC
Is violence
the intention
and action
to harm other people?
Is the target of violence
joyful and happy?
Ask someone who's been robbed at knifepoint?
Ask a wife who’s being bashed by her husband?
Ask a child who’s being beaten-up by a bully?
Is the doer of violence
joyful and happy?
Ask a person barking toxic speech?
Ask a mother who’s beating her child?
Ask a robber confined in prison for many years?
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
I made mistakes
Then people call me fake
I do things to make them happy
In the end they'll laugh behind my back
They call me many things
But, there's one thing that keeps ringing
I am a nobody
Just an invisible person
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC