Unlike every girl her age
She hated games at school
They called her fat and blown up
Or a very silly fool.
She hid herself at lunch time
And ate her cold egg rolls
They often sprayed some water
If she crossed their lazy stroll
She came home with ink spots
On her only pleated skirt
She scrubbed and rubbed at them
They stayed on like stubborn dirt
The giggles would often haunt her
Way into the night
When she cried into her pillow
Dreading the signs of light.
She came up with excuses
A different ache everyday
Until a teacher found out
The reason for her dismay
Bullying isn’t funny
It scars someone for life
They take ages to recover
Or sometimes take their life
If the cruel things that they did
They’d have replaced with smiles and cheers
They’d have made a friend forever
Someone who’d hold them dear.
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©Krisheaven
Dedication:to every victim of bullying, young and old- you are not alone. 🙂
Monster in heaven 