Poems about Bullying
If my sofa could talk it would say, I’m not a comforting person.
He would say I ignored him a lot in the past few weeks
This might sound sad and a little selfish
But no one knows
my pain and what I go through
Did you not see the damage you caused?
Did you not see the trouble?
That word, that name, that phrase you called her.
If I could, I'd walk up to himSay how sorry I am for everything I'd doneBut I know what he'd do
7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
atoms manifest to make me up
Minus the food I used to purge