Bullying

I was 7 years old when I first attacked.
Not knowing it was going to haunt me after that.
My mind still young and not developed, I thought we were friends, but what happened?

You called me names and pushed me around. And yet I still stood my ground.
You became frustrated that I wasn’t reacting so you got your friends and started attacking.

My mind made up, I walked away glad that I didn’t stay. Your words were toxic like your brain and I could handle the pain.

I was 13 years old when I was called fat, my eating habits developed after that. I became so skinny I was afraid I would snap. But i didn’t stop not after that.

I was 15 when you attacked, telling my friends and I, you where going to snap. You threatened to stab us with your knife and when I told the school they turn their backs.

I was 16, when I was first harassed by a boy who thought he could touch that. I pushed him away but he kept coming, shoving his hands on my body.

My best friend at the time would let them do it so they thought I was open to it! I told the school and reported his ass you know what they did, nothing after that.

I was 17 when I first self harmed, couldn’t handle the growing pain. My arms where covered every day. Hiding the scars that showed my pain.

It got to the point of my depression, that I just hid myself away in a dark attic. I locked the door and threw away the keys all because of 7 year old me.

I was 7 years old when I was first bullied, by a group of “friends” who meant nothing.
Now I’m 21 basically an adult and yet no matter what I do, I am stuck in a fucking loop.

I left the school and didn’t go back, fuck graduating with a bunch of people like that. I got a job and began making money, but even that wasn’t happening.

So I moved away, to a different state. Pushed them all behind and began a new day. But still here I am getting bullied for who I am. By a bunch of people who know nothing, but my name.

I change my looks and my ways. Just to fit in with people who won’t stay. But where do I go? And who do I see. If I have no one, how can I breath.

No matter where you go, or where you live, bullying is constant. And it’s a hideous thing, so with this poem I’m going to make it happen, that no child will get discouraged.

Because 7 year old me couldn’t make a change, but maybe the person I am now can make it happen. Say no to bullying in all places and make the world better for those that are still growing.