a poem i wrote on
bullying
pushing, shoving,
and all the mean names.
you are the victim
in these sick, twisted games.
cutting and crying yourself
to sleep everynight.
wishing that someone
would just hold you tight.
very few people
stand up for whats right.
you might seem alone
in this life long fight.
but i am here,
to help make you strong,
to help make people realize
what they're doing is wrong.
your not alone,
together we stand.
when you are scared,
reach for my hand.
they are the weak ones,
hiding their fears.
taking all their anger out,
on you, my sweet dear.