I am the poor little skinny boy
Who sits in the back corner of class
With hand me down clothes
I sit still and say nothing to no one
Barely noticed in the flow of the class
Yet I'm dying on the inside
Because I know what will happen at recess
I will get picked last to play basketball, again
And I will never see a single pass
Today maybe I will get lucky and it will rain
So we won't have to go outside
And I can go on the computer
And escape into cyberspace
Where I can do anything and go anywhere that I want
But on this bright and sunny Tuesday there is no such luck
On the way to lunch I meet my nemesis in the hallway
I try to run but the crowd is too thick
I can only brace myself for the impact
Of my head and spine into a cold steel locker
And then feel an intruding hand invading my pockets
When he's done he leaves me collapsed in a heap, crying on the floor
He stands over me, laughing with his cohorts
I feel as worthless as rat droppings
While I'm berated for showing any sign of emotion
The teacher, my only friend, walks with me alone to lunch
And lends me enough so that I can buy a burger a milk and some fries
I thank him for his trouble and tell him I'll make it up to him when I can
But for now, I'll just sit alone and salt my fries with fresh tears
I hear people talking about me
Or are the voices only inside my head
I can't tell
I just want to get outside and play a little basketball
Maybe today I'll be able to score a few points
Like I did earlier in gym class
Lunch dismisses and everyone lines up to go outside
We all start to file slowly out the door
And much to my demise, there are still skies of pale blue overhead
Through the hustle and bustle and almost panic of the crowd
I slink my way through and take my place on the edge of the court
Hunched over and staring at the ground
It's always the same two captains so I already know the teams
It's always Jason, Keith, Joe, Eddie, and Scott
Against Randy, Justin, Dave, Mike, and poor little me
The game says five on five
But it feels a lot more like nine on one
I hustle my little ass off and get nothing in return
Once again I never see a single pass
But today something different happened
I got shoved almost face first onto the court
With my elbows and knees bloody
I try to get up and regain composure
But the pain is beyond physical
There is no band aid for this wound
Everyone always laughs at me
No matter what I do
I could build a machine that would do their homework for them
But they wouldnt care
They'd just beat me up and then take all the credit
They always laugh at me
They always call me names
And words can hurt a lot worse than any punches
Everyone knows that
They delight in taking their pleasure from my pain
So every day I run home from school crying
And I sink myself into a sea of video games
I stare at the screen and watch the car race around the track
I feel safe here
But still today, I died just a little bit more
Author notes
i used the whole pain versus pleasure aspect from the poem you gave me (which was fantastic BTW)
A contest entry
- I need 10 more entries come on please enter by perfectsunset.
425 points, ended December 1, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - when life hurts too much by Mountainwhispers.
450 points, ended November 1, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Due to the requirements of this contest, I have to remove your poem because it is not a gold trophy winning poem. I'm sorry because this was a great poem. Keep up the good work. ~Des
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Omg if I wasn't going to pass out from exaughtion I'd write quite a few paragraphs. I'll just have to start to work on that tomorrow.
This such a deep and powerful poem. I can most certainly relate to being the odd kid out. Anyway, amazing as always. *Hugs* I'm sorry for your pain. I know how much it hurts and breaks a kid up inside and scars them forever.
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Nice ending, this poem showed the pain of this little guy so vividly. I see alot of boys like him in our today society and sadly very little try to make a change about it. I loved this and enjoyed the read. thanks for sharing it and well silver winning deserved!
~Noor
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This is very well done, the only thing I could really comment on is the flow, and how it seems a bit choppy in parts, but that goes a long with the rawness of emotion in this poem. Good job.
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Open our souls and bled us whole!
such a strong poet to write it all out...bleeding us
from the inside out.
Good job poet...much life boldly in you dear warrior!
congrats on the silver trophy!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : )))
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wow... This was verrry good... I'm so glad you didn't just completely rip my poem off... this was beautifully twisted and realistic... grrr.. ::shreds pieces of tissue in frustration:: I hated kids who bullied the weaker ones...
Nicely done and goooood luck!
J~~~~
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Oh wow. This brought tears to my eyes. It is so sad, and yet so true because this actually happens in childrens' lives, being bullied to the point where their soul is crushed and destroyed. I really like your use of language in this to create such a vivid emotion. This line stuck out to me, very very original and I hope that I can use it one day, [if it's okay with you]
"But for now, I'll just sit alone and salt my fries with fresh tears"
That holds a lot of meaning to it. It's so well thought of, and it really shows the pain this boy feels inside, sitting all alone at the lunch table, crying, at the same time salting his fries with tears/
This was very well done and thought out wonderfully. It shows how serious bullying is, and I love how you eneded it with
"But still today, I died just a little bit more"
That was so sad, and yet it's real. It's genuine. It's truth. Best of luck & thanks for entering
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awww
This is sad. And this peice has a shit lode of emotion. im gald i read it though. gosh im glad things arnt like that today. I fall get laughed at and i cary and laugh at the same time. but this is really a hreat jerker.
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