I was usually picked on
when I was just a child,
I'm not kidding with anyone,
the other kids were wild.
I'd run home to my room,
I was hurt and I would cry,
Mom would come in
and she would tell me why.
She'd say, "They are only teasing
because they really like you,"
Mom would tell me to ignore it,
that's all that I could do.
I fear I've grown in hate
as a result of just ignoring,
when someone isn't nice
I avoid as if they're boring.
I do the best I can to ignore
the person who is mean,
I don't stick around,
with them I'm never seen.
If a friend isn't nice to me
with them I do the same,
I leave the friendship, just ignore
and on them I place the blame.
Author notes
I did the best that I could on this poem. I hope it's okay. I know I'm still rather childish. Some of us just never grow up.
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Comments
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It's pretty amazing how many things go away when you ignore them, good or bad.
Thanks for the entry.
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this was honest and vulnerable- which is cool. i was trying to go ask for that with the prompt. it's cool. i like the fact that you admit to place the blame on the people you hurt- thank you for your entry.
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