The Bully

This is a poem of how a young person feels and figures out how to deal with a bully.

You tell me I am worthless,

I will never have friends, 

No one will like me, there

Is no point for me to be on

this earth.

You hit me, slap me, trip me

and then laugh, you laugh

at how ridiculous I look 

on the floor.

Everyday I take this

torture. Everyday I hope

I won't see you.

Every. Single. Day.

I just take it, I take it

all, until one day, one day

He talked to me.

The guy I like actually

talked to me. He wants

to go out with me, Me.

The person you said would

never be liked.

I realized at that one 

moment, you are wrong. I 

Am worth it, I do have

friends, someone will

like me and there is a 

point for me to live.

So the next time you tell me

that I am worthless, that

I have no friends, that

no one will ever like me,

I won't just stand there

and take it. 

The next time you hit me,

slap me, kick me or trip me,

I am going to get right 

back up and walk away

from you. 

I am worth it, I have

friends, he does love me and

I have the same point

to living that you do

So don't you dare tell me that I don't. 

Author's Note

Let me know how this poem makes you feel.