BULLY:
I don't know your story,
I don't know why you decided to do what you did to me.
Maybe to get all your anger out on me, because someone, did that to you.
I don't know why, and I wished I knew, but with the pain and trouble you caused,
has made me wash away my pride.
I am now reminded of the past, because the hurt you have caused.
Just by a name you decided to label me with.
I am no longer strong, I am weak, and can easily be broken down by just one name you call me.
I am sorry for the pain that someone once caused you, but to take it all out on me?
I am not perfect, no one is perfect for you.
Either were to fat, to tall, to thin, to smart, or not so bright.
But don't judge us for the way we were born.
Maybe you don't like the way we dress, or the way I talk or walk.
But nothing seems good enough for you.
So i'll try to be perfect, but I feel as if I am failing.
Because I cannot change who I am, and I don't want to be anything, but me.
I am trying to be strong as possible, but some people don't take it the same way.
You are hurting someone, breaking them down. And they never let go.
Just because you put all your anger, and strength onto them.
They can't change, accept them for who they are.
Don't judge them, because one day someone will take there life in your name.
For all the pain you caused them, in pre k, to middle school down to high school.
I am strong now, and I know that I can make it through with all the names they call me,
but some people can't be as strong.
And to them, all you'll be is a bully.
And to me all you are is a waste of my time.
A waste of my time to even care anymore.
YOU ARE READING
TRUST ME
PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.