THIS IS A POEM ABOUT BULLYING.

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
they strike me and I recoil.
I hide inside,
afraid to die
’cause horrid monsters wait outside.
They punch, they kick
and make me sick,
through actions, fists and guns.
I run from them,
from all the pain
at least I think I’ve done…

Words,
breaking my heart.
Irreparable,
the damage cannot be taken back.
A heart attack,
my heart, it’s breaking!
How come?
There are no sticks or stones or guns!
I hate this place no peace.
I’ll paint the walls red.
Confetti strung up from the ceiling tied around my neck.
Ballon bobbing lively, unlike my stone-cold body.
The punch flows freely, unlike my blood, dead still in my veins.
The words on the walls. In red.
Insulting.
Spitting with vile disgust.
Take these words, as I have taken my life.
Kill these words.
Kill my pain