I wrote my poem because I would like victims to see that other people may be in exactly the same situation as them, and to try and make bullies see what they are putting people through.

I hope that by reading my poem, victims will see that they can get help, but they need to be brave enough to try. I also hope that bullies will see how they are making people feel.

I wrote my poem as I felt that I was being bullied a bit, although it has been sorted out now. I think that bullies are just insecure people that end up having to be mean to others to make themselves feel better.

My Poem

When you're being bullied, it's like being a small, fragile rowing boat,in the middle of a big, wide ocean.
One day you're a happy, colourful boat, surrounded by other boats like you.
Then little by little, they all drift away, until you're left all alone.
One day, two big boats come near you.
Keeping their distance, they're just sizing you up.
Peering at you, and trying to act uninterested.
Every so often, a ship will come past, and have a conversation, but then, again, they lose interest.
Then, it suddenly dawns on you.
There is no one that cares.
Everyone has just shut you out of his or her lives.
You don't matter.
You could disappear, and no one would notice.
Then one day, the big ships come back, again, only just keeping you in their sight.
Gradually, day-by-day, they come closer.
Eventually you realise that all your old friends are following them.
The big ships are the bullies.
Slowly, you shut yourself away.
It's like there is an invisible barrier around you.
Adults are reaching out to try and help, but they can't get you to hear them. Soon, the bullies are coming so close you are left powerless in their wake.
You're just a stupid, little, defenceless boat, unable to do anything.
Now the bullies are jeering at you, calling out rude remarks.
You try to hide, but there is nowhere to go.
Finally the bullies come so close, become so nasty, that they destroy you.
You realise that you must get help.
You go to someone that you hope you can trust.
Not a child, but an adult.
Someone you knew long ago, and never realised how they could help you.
You break down, and blurt out everything.
They immediately rush to your defence, and finally, after being tormented for so long, everything is over.
No longer do you have to dread everyday.
You are allowed to live your life.
You have all your old friends back.
You are happy.
You're laughing and joking.
You're finally free.