Words Hurt - Kaylynn Kennedy
You should know, bullying hurts.
It starts with one word, one word you blurt. Fat, ugly, worthless. These are the words they hear. Did you know, your their biggest fear? Day by day you torment them, it takes so long for their hearts to mend. All they ask for is one true friend, but you make them want their lives to end. Everyday they wake up with regret, all they want to do is forget. It's not just hitting and punching, it's the words you say, they hurt so much, they want to fade away. This is when enough is enough, they're sick of playing strong, sick of playing tough. But they know they can make it through, you may not have known, but they always knew. They put on a fake smile and pretend they're okay, they believe they can make it all the way. Of course your words still offend, but they have been pieced back together again. Someone leaves the crowd and lends them a hand, they learn that it's time to stand. Their smile is no longer fake, now they have no reason to ache. You see, all they ever needed was a friend, someone to stand by them when the bullying came again. Now they are free, the insults barely sting, don't you see? The bully is never wanted, unless wanted to leave, The person you bullied now has no need for long sleeves. Your work here is done, not that it should of started, now who's the one who feels broken hearted? Bullying gave you power, that they refused to give, you can't help but wonder ''what if''. What if they didn't get so strong? What if they were crumbled all along? What you don't think of, is what could of been, what if they pulled the razor to their skin? What if you pushed them too far, to where they tied a rope around their collar. What if they wrote down all the secrets they had to spill, right before taking an overdose on the pills? You don't know what could of been done, you were doing it all for fun. You think they're losers, but they're stronger than you, have you seen what they've been through? With your words you gave a black eye, they are leaving, bully, so say your goodbye. But one more thing before you go, did you enjoy my little show? Remember, words can hurt more than the punch, Believe me now? Cause this was just a hunch. |
I think this poem is about the authors' views on bullying, and how unnecessary and pointless she thinks bullying is. It's also about how support and kindness can help someone overcome the impacts of bullying.
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Closed Doors - Jane Kirby
I cry myself to sleep at night
Just wishing it would stop Maybe tomorrow it will cease Then again, maybe not You push me and you poke me You call me hurtful name To me it's like a prison To you it's fun and games Your heart is made of ice But it doesn't even deserve that Mine was once a rainbow But you have moulded it to darkest black I hate you, I hate everyone There is no one I can trust Are you proud of what you've done? You've turned my soul into dust If there was a door I could open A simple path I could tread I don't want to be stuck here forever In this endless spiral of dread. |
I think this poem is about a personal experience the author has had with bullying and how they felt at the time.
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Should've, Could've, Would've - Emily Greenlee
I should've, could've, would've;
Done something about that day, If only I had known it ended this way. I am not proud to tell you How I stood there and watched; He was so big and scary Was all that I thought. I couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't, get involved at all. I say to myself; It's none of my business; As I turn and walk down the hall. I hear on the news; 'bout this kid who had died It tells of his woe; The day of his suicide They talk about how he locked himself inside of his room All to have shot himself to forget all the pain. Now as I walk through my school I hear the laughter But see the fear In their eyes plainly after And I know what their thought could easily be They think to themselves "what if it was me" I could've done something, I could've told someone, I would've, if I hadn't been so afraid. Now I stand here promising If I ever see, This scary and sad sight again I will change my should've, could've, would've Into have, done, and did. |
I think this poem is about the regret the author feels about a situation with bullying and how they should'v stood up and done something instead of just being a bystander to the act. At the end, she declares that she will no longer be a bystander if she sees a similar situation.
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The Little Girl's Land - Emmeline Francis
Not so long ago
In a land closer than it seems There lived a silly little girl With a pocketful of dreams She was as hated as was loved It didn't matter what she'd done But the one thing that she knew Was that she hurt everyone Too fat and too ugly Too judgmental and a fool She could never just be perfect And society was cruel It carried on for years And nobody could decide Whether this silly little girl Should get to live or die So the leader told his people That something must be done And the poor thing should be dealt with So it couldn't hurt anyone At first there was denial But the number quickly bloated Soon even the voice of mother Left the situation quite outvoted But when asked ''who would do it?'' As the people shouted blame Not a single one would volunteer And hung their heads in shame A tiny voice right from the back Suppressed by a nation's shouts Announced that she could do it No longer harbouring any doubts Every single citizen watched As a blade was drawn with care The girl aligned it to the heart To breathe she didn't dare Instantly her dull eyes closed A single push was done Hushed whispers silenced throughout the land Watching her smiling tear drops run When mother found her in the morn Dried tears still on her face She knew with greatest certainty She was not in a better place How hopeless she was lying there With blood on the bedroom floor The only thing to take comfort in They couldn't hurt her anymore Mother watched the coffin Now the girl was quite stone dead Such a pity, society sighed That the land was within her head Take heed of this done story For the many who ruin themselves Though words might seem so innocent Our worst critics are ourselves |
I think this poem is about the naivety of a girl about life and how she began to get bullied with people criticizing her for being herself. In the end, she committed suicide because she began to believe the criticism from society and thought she'd be in a better place if she killed herself.
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