You seem to think it's funny, to comment on my food,
I eat a lot better than you... is because you're jealous?
You tell me that I'll start growing fur, and adopt a pair of bunny ears....
You tell me this day after day, The joke has died away.
I am slowing beginning to find my voice, I feel that it's important.
These corridors are so long... It is difficult to stay silent.
I am being pushed in so many ways, it is time I took a stand.
Children verbally abusing us is bad enough without you joining in.
I once found it funny, how you jested at my lunch,
But after a month of the same joke, it suddenly doesn't seem so funny.
When lying in bed I think, of how the kids I went to school with,
teased and hit me, the memories are so haunting, it really makes me sad.
A number of times I have thought about turning to that faithful blade,
to find the release I so dearly need, from the torment of your words.
Some may thing it's a silly issue to get in such a state about but, I am really hurt.
You leave school with the expectation that the bullies will fade away,
But you are always there, criticising everything I do.
Things seem to be really tough right now, I don't need to tackle a bully.
You don't even care about how your words really affect me...
I wear the smile mask at school, to try and keep my pride,
But underneath that thick façade, the smile is nowhere to be seen...
It died away many days ago... when you first spat those degrading words at me.
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700 points, ended December 1, 2009, 58 entries
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Do you feel my pain?
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I liked that you set this out in four lined stanzas. This made it easy for me to read, broke it into manageable sized chunks for me to digest!
I hate jealous people. [Says me.] People that victimize you for doing what they can not.
I liked the second stanza, you have begun to find your voice, it's true...
Saying what you need to and making a stand... relieving some of that pressure.
I hate that she reminded you of your bullied days though... no person deserves to feel unhuman. Taking away your humanity is all anyone needs to really take a hold of you. You begin to lose your identity, and it's then that you bend to their will.
And then that you begin to believe you're as worthless as they make you feel.
No-one is worth hurting yourself over.
Bunny girl... no.
You're a gorgeous girl, you need pay no heed to their mindless gabbling.
And you know I'll always be here. [With mindless gabbling of my own!] -
Excellent write! im so sorry you have to put up with this. Is there anyone that you can confide in at the school. Or maybe pull this person aside and tell them their comments are begging to bother you, I know it's hard but maybe it will shut them up as they may not realise it hurts you. However, if they carry on then you have ground to report them for bullying x x
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I liked the title.
So you're getting hounded by people? Just because you think it's important to eat more than chocolate?
I imagine that getting somewhat wearing, hearing it day after day...
slowing beginning...did you mean to say that?
Corridors, children...you work in a school??
Oh, that's bad, thinking about it in bed makes it worse, because it's then that you are hit with everything else as well.
There were two lines that were really strong.
You leave school with the expectation that the bullies will fade away,
But you are always there, criticising everything I do.
that thick facade
That was a great phrase!
And by the end I could feel the tension.
You appear to be very good at saying one thing and meaning another.
Keep writing.
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