Bullying Poem

I am a middle school student, and things like this happen everyday. Drama starts, and initially you see a group of friends happy together, then next thing you know they hate each other. But why? This poem is about friends who turn on one.

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When I was in middle school, I was bullied by my own classmates and I never saw it. I had been raised and educated in a catholic school and we where taught to never bully and if somebody...

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Friends Suck

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Published: March 2011

These people that I call my friends,
Are like monsters.
There is no way of hiding,
From the secrets and rumors,
That hurt me the most.

They push me away,
Like a freshman leaving home for college.
With their secrets to spread,
And their suspicious looks on their faces,
Staring at me as they speak softly to one another,
Their eyes like knives,
Right by my heart.

They ignore me,
Judging my every action,
As if I am a follower,
Who doesn't matter.

Do I matter?
In my family's perspective,
Yes.
In my friend's perspective,
No.
In my own,
Defiantly not.

Who am I?
A follower?
Or am I a real person,
Who believe it or not,
Doesn't have artificial feelings,
But my feelings towards them drift and drift.

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  • Aleexander Perry by Aleexander Perry
  • 3 years ago

When I was in middle school, I was bullied by my own classmates and I never saw it. I had been raised and educated in a catholic school and we where taught to never bully and if somebody offends you to turn the other cheek so I always forgave them. They broke the arches in my feet by stomping on them. This was not done by the girls of my class no but rather the guys. The full extent of all the damage that they did that can be physically measured left me with a pin in my hip on the left side, a pin in my left ankle, the bones left leg needing to be rotated, my Achilles tendon in my left foot needing to be cut and stretched, and my eventual expulsion from school in the 6th grade. The rumors that where spread by them I still feel today in my final year of high school outside of the catholic schools. I still forgive them but it is hard to remember why I am forgiving them.

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