Being Bullied

Sometimes we all say things we dont mean,

private thoughts to be kept inside that should never be seen.

Then others join to be part of the scene,

the use nasty words that are meant to be demean.

 

Scared to speak for fear of ridcule,

how can others be so cruel?

They join in because they think it's fun,

not knowing the harm they do to anyone.

 

Social media can be fun,

but to those being bullied the damage is done.

Do it,

do it,

just go away.

 

These are the words the bullies may say,

until one day the victim they may crack.

Those poisined words can't be taken back,

Til one day they can take no more.

 

And are found almost lifeless upon the bathroom floor,

and then those who macka dnthose who scorn.

Turn up at the funeral of those who mourn,

So think before another word you say.

 

Because the bullied may not be able to face another day.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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