bullying

Skull

I want a skull – a human skull.
It would make a divine paper weight.
I’d let it rest on my death threats
As I sit back in my leather chair
And sip whiskey slowly.

I want a skull – a human skull.
I’d plant a daisy inside the left eye socket
And I’d watch it grow through the bullet holes
As I sit back in my leather chair
And count the zeros on my statement.

I want a skull – a human skull.
I’d get implants for the skull,
They’d be gold and I’d let people stare
As I sit back in my leather chair
And laugh until I had them removed – forcefully.

I want a human skull – yours.
I want it on my mahogany desk
Because you hurt me in school
As I sat in my small school desk
And tried to hide the bruises from my parents.

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Don’t call me that

Did I give you permission?
I don’t believe I did…
They tormented me with that name;
The damage is done.
And my name is ruined…
It only holds the pain
That bursts at the sound of my name!
Do you know how much it hurts,
Hurts for your own name
To be your biggest tormentor?

So wait until you call me that,
Wait for eternity!
The scars will always be there;
The pain never goes away;
This is what it feels like to be dirt,
Dirt that they threw in my face.

Don’t call me that
Don’t call me that
Don’t call me that

DON’T!

Sonnet of Consequence

I am a canvas with a unique shade –
Why do you laugh and stare with such disgust?
This is my life, this is how I was made;
We are born the same and return to dust.
The words break me like stones break fragile glass,
I sink deeper into my own despair:
I fight against the hate in every class;
Life’s face is cruel when you are past repair.
Every time I get up to fight again,
I do not want to be kept down and out!
Hope gets blurred through the strain and pain;
I counter the hateful torturous shout.
Yet deep within I know there is defence:
Karma gets us and plans the consequence.