Trauma Of Being Bullied

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Don't let them do that. Tell your mother what they did to you.

When I Was Bullied

Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007 with permission of the Author.

When I was being bullied and pushed around,
I wasn't even able to make a sound.
Sometimes one of them would nag,
Saying they weren't using me properly like a punching bag.
I wish I could have hit them back,
But I was scared they could have made another attack.

Even if I had cried out loud,
I still wouldn't have been found.
I felt my anger growing stronger,
But that anger I have no longer.
I sit in the corner and cry,
Just asking myself why?
They would say, "You're ugly and fat, and that's all you'll ever be,
I ask myself, do they know what trouble they have caused me.
I could cover up the bruises, scars, and hurt, too,
Just know that I could never forgive you for what you have put me through.
I had no friends because they had done such a good job turning them against me.
I just wished I could have had a normal life and been free.
All those memories will never fade,
But it stopped, as I prayed!

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by Dwayne
11 years ago

When I was a kid growing up I remember my brothers making me climb a telephone pole. I was always told that if I didn't do what they said that they would beat me up. They made me eat some poisonous flowers and I got hives in my stomach and almost died. They made me eat mud, they tried to drown me and they sodomized me they made me pull my pants down and they stuffed things up my rectum. It still sticks in my head to this day. I have never told anyone how I feel I am such an angry person because of this.