Hurt
Through your eyes I may look weird,
I may look ugly too,
You say that I look like a nerd
But I'm really just like you.
You look at me, you watch and stare,
You cut me with your words.
How can you be so cruel to me?
Well, that is what I've heard.
We were once the best of friends,
Sisters through and through,
Until that day you turned away
And said, 'I don't like you...
...Go away, leave me alone,
We're done, yes we are through,
IÂ hate you now, you are so foul,
I want no part of you'.
How can a girl who has it all,
The looks, the clothes, the lot
Be so mean as to pick on me,
One of the have-nots?
You do not need to look too deep
And you will surely find
A girl in me who wants to be
Just liked and treated kind.
Please think about your actions,
About what you say and do,
How would you feel if someone else
Did all these things to you?
Gemma (12) |
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This moving poem was written by Ruth, who took her own life in 2007.
When children in the playground taunt
Tease you
Big nose, four eyes, skinny, fat
Tall, short, black, white
Clever, thick, studious, teacher's pet
Poor, rich, ugly, loner
Rationally you can take those comments
Rationally they are wrong
Rationally they don't matter
Other people tell it differently
Sometimes
But still, the words destroy
Self esteem, confidence, social status
Acceptance, friendships, whole lives
Shattered by words
It's called bullying
And people generally accept that despite the blatent inaccuracies
Of many of the comments
They are still powerfully destructive
So why
Is it so hard to understand
That internal mocking taunting voices
Persistant negative and destructive thoughts
Are equally damaging
And difficult to ignore
In fact, more so
You can't hide from yourself
There is nowhere to hide
No escape
No safe haven
Continuous, unrelenting internal negativity
That grinds and wears down an inbuilt defence mechanism
Until one day
The clear boundaries around one's old identity become smudged, indistinct
No way to distinguish between truth and lies
Internal foundations weakened
The external shell crumbles in on itself
And all everyone seems to say
"But she had such a good life"
Asked why she would want to do such a thing to herself
"Because it hurts less"
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WHY ME?
Why me, what did I do wrong?
Why do you treat me like this?
Why do I deserve to be hit and called names?
Do you think it’s fun?
I cry every night,
I say every night, Why me, what did I do wrong?
You make me feel so sad,
I wish I wasn’t here,
I beg my Mam and plead with her “please don’t make me go”
But then she says ignore them all,
So I listen to her words.
I try and block out the sound and the pain too
But it’s just so hard, so very hard to do.
I can’t tell the teacher, because I won’t feel safe.
Why do you treat me like this and make me feel this way?
From Joanne, 13, Co Durham |
We recently came across a poem in our archive that was donated to Bullying UK by Laura about seven years ago.
You may remember it from an anti-bullying film with lots of celebrities like Sharon Osborne and Rio Ferdinand narrating the words. Before it was used to promote Anti-Bullying Week this wonderful and moving poem was right here on bullying.co.uk.
Over the years Laura's amazing words have become part of campaigns around the world.
So here is Laura's original poem. It is called simply I AM
I am the person you bullied in school
I am the one who didn't know how to be cool
I am the person you alienated
I am the person you ridiculed and hated
I am the person who sat on their own
I am the person who walked home alone
I am the person you scared every day
I am the person who had nothing to say
I am the person with hurt in their eyes
I am the person you never saw cry
I am the person living alone with their fears
I am the person destroyed by their peers
I am the person who drowned in your scorn
I am the person who wished they hadn't been born
I am the person whose name you don't know
I am the person who just can't let go
I am the person destroyed for 'fun'
I am the person, but not the only one
I am the person who had feelings too
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Hi - I've submitted some material that I would like to be put on the verse part of the zone. I wrote both of these whilst I was being horrifically bullied at school.Having always loved to read, I found that writing was an immense help to me as it allowed me to release emotions that I couldn't voice to others.
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