You push and shove
Those you think that are weak
You call them names and spread rumors
About that girl you call a Geek
You don't know the harm that you do
And how it affects their being
You just brush it off easily
But you don't see their seeing.
You think you look cool
But nothing's cool 'bout being mean
Later in life you'll look back and be ashamed
About how cruel you have been.
You call that kid ugly
But he was in a fire.
That girl you just called frumpy
She can't afford attire.
That kid you called fat
He has an eating disorder
A girl wants to be your friend
And you simply just ignored her.
That kid you called a cripple
Was paralized in a collision
And that kid you called a klutz
Was born with terrible vision.
You called that kid a sissy
His father just died
You called that kid a hobo
His parents can't provide
That girl you called Baldy
She might die from cancer
You called that kid cumbersome
And crushed her dreams of being a dancer.
You called that kid Twig
He's starving with no food
And the girl who's abused
Is the one you called a prude.
Brad got a better grade
So you drew on his locker door
You were jealous of Mackenzie
So you told everyone that she's poor.
Lily was happy
At the time you were upset
So you made her feel bad
And gave her a threat.
Andrew fell in gym class
An embarrassing thing it was.
Instead of making him feel better
You laughed and called him scuz.
Sally accidentally told your secret.
And even though she apologized
You told every single one of her secrets
And you were happy she was traumatized.
Mark stole your best friend
It made you very mad.
Instead of handling it very calmly
You treated him very bad.
Lisa made you look stupid
Even though it wasn't her intent.
You made her look like a buffoon
Worse by a million percent.
You didn't find out until way later
But one had killed themself
Because of what you did and said
The kid you called an Elf.
If you were a truly bad person
You wouldn't care a bit
You didn't care about that kid
Or the suicide they'd commit.
But If you were a truly good person
You'd feel regret and guilt
If you tried hard enough
You'd take down the walls you've built.
It takes a strong person to say "I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry for what I've done"
But if you truly were a good person
You wouldn't try to run.
Some might forgive
While others maybe not.
What matters is you said it.
And saying sorry is a lot.
-Maddy
If you are being bullied, talk to a friend or trusted adult, because I don't want suicidal results
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PoetryA book of poems to my friends, my family, teachers, enemies and other random people in the world.