at every break, <br />he waits <br />for me, <br />i try to mingle <br />in the crowd, <br />and slip past <br />him in the playground. <br />but he always finds me, <br />that bastard <br />that bully. <br />those horrid words he throws, <br />and all those violent blows, <br />then theres the <br />spitting, pinching, mocking, <br />and theft, <br />i am reduced to a wimpering fool, <br />with no dignity left. <br />i have asked his why many times, <br />what have i done to him, <br />is it the way i speak, <br />or the colour of my skin. <br />he never answers, <br />just stands and laughs, <br />punches me in the belly, <br />and pushes me on my arse, <br />at lunch he takes my dinner money, <br />and when i beg, <br />he finds it funny, <br />i've had my head shoved in the toilet, <br />and shit rubbed in my hair, <br />i've told the teachers, <br />but they dont seem care. <br />often at home, <br />when on my own, <br />i lay on my bed and cry, <br />i won't let them see me, <br />i'd rather die. <br />sometimes i think about, <br />ending it all, <br />in the darkness of my heart and room, <br />sick of this sandess and gloom, <br />i just want to end this pain, <br />but its mums face i see, <br />again and again. <br />tomorrow i think i will pretend i am ill, <br />yet i know that wont stop the abuse, <br />just one more year, and then i am free, <br />and i can unite this noose. <br />if those who bully me, <br />all died tommorow, <br />i shall not stand and weep in sorrow, <br />for they have taken away my life, <br />and force fed me endless strife, <br />i am not evil, <br />i have just become bitter.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bully-2/
