A broken soul

I was the one

I was the one that should be ignored.

Even if I screamed, nobody would hear me.

Everyboby wanted to kick me,

my voice couldn't reach anybody.

I should be smashed, there was no problem.

I was to be bullied, I had no value.

I shouldn't be helped, my pain wasn't important.

I was the one to be smashed, chased and ignored.

But I deserved it. Everybody bullied me because

I am a weak, I am trash, I am nobody.

I was the one that should be left alone.

If I suffered bullying, the problem was only mine.

If they felt like mistreating me, I was the one to blame,

because I was an idiot, weak and not good enough

to have their respect or friendship.

I was the one who was wrong.

I was the one nobody cared about.

If I couldn't fight back,

I was the one to be punished,

not the ones who bullied me.