Poems about Bullying
Stuffing kids in cold metal lockers
like sweaters in a box
The monarch of this corrupt kingdom
This is for the kids with twists of blue
weaved into their locks of hair
holes stretching the canvases of their ears
Little Marco is the smartest boy in his class.
Other kids think he's weird all because he doesn't like to start trouble.
Life is like a sand timer.
It's been set before me to watch and as I do, I see each grain fall.
I was once untouchable, until he touched me and took everything.
All he had to do was lift a finger to cast my soul dead.
The season of Autumn was about in the air,
in your soul,
under the skin of the ground it cringed and blew the wind,
The dark sky is filled with strange dark clouds
Every night it’s hard for me to sleep
Dreaming of being attacked