Creative Expression Contest Honorable Mention 2006
"My Bully" - Poem
By Lana Weber, Grade 7
Oregon Middle School
Oregon, WI
Teacher: Bruce Johnson
Jan 06, 2006
As I wait for the bell to ring, I try to blink back my tears.
School is supposed to be a place to get away from fears.
But instead, this place is where most of mine develop;
When I get home I cry so hard I can’t tell down from up.
I can’t walk ten yards down the hall without her finding me;
I think she knows my whole schedule; from what I can see.
She haunts my dreams; I never ever want to go back to school;
I just wish that everybody knew that what she does isn’t cool.
The bell finally rings, but I don’t want to walk out that door;
Because I know that when I get on the bus, all I’ll find is more.
She sits in the seat behind me and whispers in my ear;
I want to jump up out of my seat and ran far, far from here.
I get off the bus and sprint into the house;
I run inside and cuddle up close to the couch.
Tears drops slowly drip down my moistened cheeks;
I wonder when all this will stop, how many more weeks?
There is only one thing that I can’t seem to see;
She used to be my best friend, why does she do this to me?
I told her all of my secrets, we were constantly together;
We had sleepovers all the time, we were best friends forever.
But one little argument ruined everything we had;
She ran into the wrong people, everything turned bad.
Then it started happening, she followed me everywhere;
I can’t believe that after so long she didn’t even care.
She told everyone at school about all of my secrets;
She told them how my only friends used to be my pets.
She even told them things that weren’t true at all;
They all believed her when she said I still played with dolls.
Every day I’d come to find that she knew just what to say;
She’s make me hate and regret coming to school everyday.
I started staying home, putting the thermometer to the light;
I was running away from my fears, nothing was ever right.
I hated school, and dreaded waking up each morning;
It felt to me like walking to the bus stop while it’s pouring.
One day I walked up to her and said something I needed to say;
I told her I wasn’t going to put up with each and every day.
I told her it would not go on; I wouldn’t let it happen to me;
It was over; she would no longer be my bully.
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