Me
 
As a child I was bullied,
by teachers, by pupils,
I prayed to be liked,
all I wanted was a friend
someone to play with

As I grew I saw how vicious man can be,
I saw how little everyone cared for me,
i was beaten, i was humilliated,
i wished my life would end

i have been called everything,
fat,
ugly,
stupid,
whore,
even things most will never hear

I was threatened by guns,
by knives,
by fire,
by fists and feet

I tried to end my life,
by pills,
by blade,
by asphixiation
but still i remain

and why do i remain,
why am i still here,
why did i have to live in so much fear,
i will never know,
but what i do know is how strong i am,
so call me what you like,
hit me as much as you like,
i have gone through worse,
and if you kill me then just know you are doing me a favour

By cherryprincess

© 2008 cherryprincess (All rights reserved)

 

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