How you made me feel
All of you, you cowards
What you put me through
Torture, torment, your reward
From so young, all my childhood
You picked on me
Was it funny? Enjoyable?
To have power, to be?
At first, seven to ten bearable
But dad changed schools
For a moment it was better
But I was never cool
Until twelve, it was ok,
I had my ways to cope
I was small, quiet, shy
But I would soon be broke
Cue the move again,
World upside down
I was messed up
All I did was frown
I was unpopular,
Always alone
Practically no friends
Kept moving homes
I was spat on
Punched, ridiculed too
Stolen from, psychologically tortured
Name it, that too!
I’ve cried, curled in a box
Took matches and knives to school
Bought a bb gun with me
Anything to try to be cool
I was pushed so much
I lost my head
I raised a chair in my hands
To strike a boy cause I saw red
I hated school
To feel so worthless
These bullies for me
Suffocated me, helpless
Hate is a very strong word
But for these childhood scums
I hope they suffer in their lives
For what they have done
I have no forgiveness
They do not deserve it at all
I hope one day they read my words
That they realize and feel small
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A very personal poem for me about young age and my experiences growing up.
Poem 2 in my book Rhyming poetry to change your day – available now for free download
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