Poems by Scarlett

The Victim

Note-This poem is based on true events which occurred. I wasn't the bully... I was the victim.

Looking over my shoulder

Watching out for them

I see them but

They don't see me

I try to walk past

But they give me stares

I look away

As if to say 'I don't care'

They whisper my name but I hear nothing else

I feel uncomfortable why does no one give me a chance?

I feel tears pricking

My heart starts to race

I look ahead

And stare straight into space

They laugh at me and call me geeky

I try to ignore them when they are speaking

But I am so frustrated

And turn to my music

To escape from them

I write down my thoughts from inside my head

But I know tomorrow's another day

A day I will dread

I was the easy target but now I'm stuck all alone

I think that no one can help me get back to my old zone

Of happiness and laughter

But that is a long way off

I now think that anything could happen

But still nothing goes my way

I am full of anger

Day after day

No help comes, this is all over

I want to run away

But I know I will upset my family

I stay but still dread the coming days

What will happen to me?

Will I always be the victim?

In this case... Yes