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Poem Number 19223
Were you a high school bully??
Here I lay, shattered dreams and broken soul
wondering where I had went wrong, wondering where to go.
But, no one's there to help me, it's all a hopeless cause.
No one's there to love me, it would be against the laws.
Ghostly faces spin around my throbbing mind.
Always having to remind me of things I've left behind.
People I've met and experiences gone through.
High school years vanish and grow older is all you do.
I curse the days that have come and left, I beg them just to die.
Because life is misery and I beg to never again cry.
Why must people hurt others just as though it's a fun game?
I don't understand the rules of life. Perhaps I am to blame?
I am just a young woman with no certain trail through life.
I speak with moderation, but in my heart boils apathy and strife.
I spew my words on paper so white and my words utterly dark.
Peoply deny my right to happiness as though I don't have a heart.
Let me put gossip aside, who are you and who am I?
I am just a simple girl who wants to leave the future behind.
I'm tired of planning for things, only to get burnt in the end.
I like to live with Solitude, he is my best of friends.
So, judge me all you want. Perhaps you went to school with me.
To you, I am this ugly soul whose true face you'll never see.
Why did you have to be that way, your words drove me insane
that I babble only in poetry and always remembering your names.
School bullies fade only physically, their images always linger in the mind.
I wish that all would disappear, or at least, just from time to time.
Remembering often makes the heart to bleed, I try not to think about
all who've ever hurt me, all who've ever made me want to shout.
-Lori S. Maynard
"...bullies fade only physically" is so true. They sure can haunt you long after they are gone. It also applies to abusers, batterers, molesters, etc. Dorite
this is sad and exudes the pain experienced. You portray that trauma well. With such a person, if only he/she could go further in finding better positive growth in life, thus better memories to replace the depressive ones. Taking the key of 'confidence' and not only lock the 'unwelcome' out, but replace it. Well done Lori. ~ audee
I felt the pain through your poem. Cruel people do leave
a life long memory. But for every sad memory there can
be a gazzilion good ones over a life time. Your poem
is a sad one but well written. May all your writing
in the future be happy tales...cem
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