Bullying Poem

I was a bully as a child. I was mean and hateful. As I grew older, I looked back at what I'd done, and I was horrified at the devastation I had left in my path. The words I said had faded away, but the scars were forever burned on those people. I wrote this poem from the perspective of those I've hurt. It was a way for me to feel a small piece of what they had felt back then and I could finally taste, for even just a moment, the bitterness of my words.

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All I Ask

Published: September 2015

I'm sorry I don't impress you,
Don't act the way you want.
I'm sorry I'm not pretty
And don't have much to flaunt.

I'm sorry you can't accept me
For the way I am inside.
I'm sorry that your cruel words
Make me run and hide.

I'm sorry I'm not in your clique
And that I don't fit in.
I'm sorry that being born, to you,
Was such an awful sin.

I'm sorry I'm so ordinary,
Not an extraordinaire.
Does that give you reason, though,
To stand and cast your glare?

I don't know what to tell you
To make you stop your games,
And I can't think of a way for you
To take back all those names.

Please answer me this question,
And please be honest, too.
What do you get from hurting me?
What does it do for you?

We may not understand each other
Or ever get along,
But I've never said one word to you,
Never done you wrong.

So do me just one favor,
Just one simple task.
Please stop being mean to me.
This is all I ask.

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