April’s Story

Just because I am not the same is fair I am the butt of their game. Every day I dread  to go to school because it is always the same they treat me mean and make me the fool.

OH! I hate each and every break   that’s when my loneliness hits me and sadness over takes. It is no fun to be the one everybody picks upon, they rip my coat and trash my books and all through class they give me dirty looks.

Sometimes they follow me home, why won’t they just leave me alone. It doesn’t stop there, not all. As soon as I get in they start to call and send texts to my phone. Swearing taunting calling me names do they enjoy playing these games.

I tried to fight back I tried to reason  but I can’t to anything to please them. I tried to tell the teacher but she was not listening and then because of that they shoved my head down the toilet and gave me a christening!

I feel that it cannot get worse  then someone goes and takes my purse. For fun and good measure they give me a hearty beating leaving me cuts and bruises to treasure!

Sitting here in the hall I am bleeding but no one stops to give me the reassurance I am needing. So I slog home hurt and grieving  all hope gone nothing left to believe in.

Mum and dad, they have have done their best they have begged the school to get that gang to give me a rest. Every day it is relentless it just goes on and on on it is just endless. Nothing happens nothing is done they never stop they never will they could not give a shit about me I am just their fun.

I have had enough I shall not go on, harassment on my computer has now begun. Another way for the evil ones at my expense to have fun. Well.” NO YOU BASTARDS I have had enough take your cruel taunts, your punches texts and up yourselves them stuff. I have got a piece of strong rope I have written you all a beautifully neat note. So round my throat I knot this rope  I am sick of you all I really can no longer cope.

Children are now bullied so badly at school even when they get home they cannot escape because the bullies abuse them via, their phones and computers. What have we become when our children can hound each other to suicide just because they look or act or speak differently?

Another poem for Child Abuse Awareness Month.

 

 

 

 

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