The Hard Past, by librawoman Subscribe to rss feed for librawoman

They would laugh, point, talk, and tease
they never put my mind at ease. 
These were kids and teachers at school 
to me they were so mean and cruel. 
After school I'd run home crying, 
making me so feel like dying. 
I felt like I was all alone 
I felt my fear down to the bone. 
I don't know why they hated me;
why couldn't they just let me be? 
My life back then seemed very bad 
it always made me really sad. 
Back then I cried so many tears; 
I wished for comfort to calm my fears. 
So when you want to tease another
treat that person like a sister or brother. 
If you don't believe that this is true, 
you're not hurting them as much as you. 
Posted: 2005-04-17 22:10:49 UTC

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2005-03-18 02:32:57wishing_on_stars
I passionately dislike people who do such things. Your poem reveals what so many go through, as sad as it is. Your writing really spoke to me.

2005-06-29 23:52:01XRebzX
I was bullied at school, so i can really relate to that, it sends out a positive message