Poems about Bullying
He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.
i jumped on my bike as fast as i could
but not fast enough, it did me no good
Am i boring?
Am i just a back up plan?
Am i just an object to you?
Do i even mean anything to you?
Bullying hurts, don't you see? You are nothing, But a big bully. Don't you think of what could have been?
Yes
my mum will miss me
yes
my bully will regret the choices they made
and yes