Bullied

Bullied

A Poem by Britaini Gross

Why should I care about your name?

You look new but you’ll be the same.

You only serve to destroy and maim,

you’re just hiding in a prettier frame.


I’ll attempt to show you some kindness, of course.

Demons in hell are kinder than the smile you force.

The words coming from your mouth are so coarse.

By now, I would gladly rid of you with no remorse.


There was never a more torturing creature and yet you are painless.

You are a murderer with multiple victims, and yet you are stainless.

You speak in a maze that you’ll wander forever, for you are aimless.

You speak of forever but you’ll be left in the past, you are nameless.

© 2015 Britaini Gross


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Wow, the diction here is intense to say the least! This would make a terrific spoken word piece as I can hear the words grow louder and louder as it goes-almost deafening by the end but powerful in it's expression! Very well done.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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There is always suprise at life. When sutendly think this person is not nice. And here we are this person is one who help us. Yes this world can be very cruel. And I know fro myself I was bullied at my family and school. I like your poem describe feeling what I have it. And it s great you write for all these wounded souls. Thank you for that

Posted 6 Years Ago


Great opening lines running into demons from hell, I love the lines with torturing creature and yet you are painless, I like this

Posted 7 Years Ago


Britaini Gross

7 Years Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
Intriguing. Very good opening line. Like prisoners who do not care to know the name of a newcomer because he has done no time yet and has not earned their respect. Does that sound right ?

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Added on October 21, 2015
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Tags: high school, school, girls, pain, sad, truth

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Britaini Gross
Britaini Gross

Piedmont, SC



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I've always loved literature, even when I was too little to read my grandfather enlightened me with poems from around the world. Sylvia Plath is my favorite writer and my idol. I've never published an.. more..

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