Pages In Time: A Poetry Collection

Bullied

I open my eyes to the blinding light of the morning sun,
I smile to myself at the sounds of birds chirping,
I get up to ready myself for the battle of today,
I prepare myself for every problem that I might face,
I walk out of my house and onto the streets,
The daily bustle brings life to my still life,
My pains are washed away by the happy faces of passersby,
And soon my face has a smile of it's own,
I walk into the school ready for all that's in store,
The bullying, the beating and the abusive names,
No one standing by me but a hope that all this will soon change,
My bullies welcome me with kicks and punches,
While the rest of the school laughs or looks at me with pity,
I walk into my class with new bruises,
The bruises might look like wounds to you ,
But to me they are nothing less than battle scars,
The days are gone when I used to smile and laugh,
When I used to have friends who stood by me,
I learnt it the hard way that in this cruel world,
You have nothing more than you and yourself,
The teachers look at me with pitying eyes,
If you feel bad then why not put an end to it,
I swallowed these words through my gritted teeth,
Elders are never a help in such cases anyways,
Recess came around and I dreaded to step into the hell hole,
I was tripped and hit as I made my way to my table,
I sit alone while the others laugh at me,
This is the typical day of those who are bullied.