Bullying. <br /> <br />You're called lots of names, <br />Love doesn't feel the same. <br />Feels less important, less there, <br />You think you start to lose your hair. <br />You're just brushing it harder out of stress, <br />The next day you put on the same dress. <br />Scars are hidden with bruises and bumps, <br />Not visible, not obvious like past scratches and lumps. <br /> <br />You stumble through life, avoiding most punches, <br />No help with your homework, you pack your own lunches. <br />No one is there when you need a friend, <br />But you hope someone will be there in the end. <br />You wonder about your end and how it'll be, <br />Whether it's lonely or not, you don't mind 'cause you'll be free. <br />No one should live like that, no matter how old, <br />You should live as you want to, not as you're told. <br /> <br />It comes in different forms; verbal, physical, some people even first try to seduce, <br />They say 'don't worry' then 'shut up, be quiet! ' and by now it's not bullying; never was. <br /> <br />Abuse. <br /> <br />Written 09-01-11<br /><br />Louisa Rogers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bullying-no-wait-scratch-that-abuse/
