Have loads of friends, Have loads of talent, But I'm alway feel so afraid, Is it true - what you say?
Am I really that ugly? Am I really that sad? Am I really so annoying? This is driving me mad.
My confidence is lowering, I always feel so scared, In the corner cowering, My secrets have been shared.
You say I'm going mental, Crying most of the time, You are always so judgemental, Whenever you have the time.
I'm starting to push away my friends, Too scared to tell some staff, Wondering if I will ever mend, But to you this is just a laugh.
My talent is only my imagination, Well according to you, Was it just my desperation? To become more than a animal in this Zoo.
People say that when your alone, Your never as strong as you seemed, Your just as bad as you were before, Just less people being so mean.
I can't take this anymore, I'm starting to break down, I'm slowly sinking to the floor, Your just a stupid class clown.
I need to tell someone, Why I always seem so sad, Why I'm always breaking down, Is because your making me mad.
Time to stand up for myself.
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Time to Stand Up For Myself (Poem)
PuisiMy personal opinion on what bullying does - In a poem. =) (Yes I drew the picture on the cover)