Cold Nights ||Poems||

Poem #51

From the playground to the hallways,
I was always the target,
Of cruel words and hurtful actions,
My life felt like a constant market.

In primary school, it started,
A small comment here and there,
But it soon escalated,
To a constant state of despair.

I was different, they said,
Not fitting in with the rest,
My clothes, my interests,
They were always put to the test.

I tried to brush it off,
To pretend it didn't hurt,
But the words cut deep,
Leaving scars that would never revert.

As I moved on to high school,
I thought things would get better,
But the bullies followed,
Their actions only getting clever.

They spread rumors and lies,
Making me an outcast,
I felt alone and isolated,
My confidence fading fast.

I begged for it to stop,
But their words were like daggers,
Piercing through my heart,
Leaving me in tatters.

I became a shell of myself,
Afraid to speak or stand out,
I just wanted to blend in,
To avoid any more doubt.

But then, I found my voice,
And I stood up to the bullies,
I refused to be a victim,
No longer hiding in the alleys.

It wasn't easy,
But I found my strength,
I surrounded myself with positivity,
And went to any length.

To rise above the hate,
And embrace who I am,
No longer defined by their words,
I finally broke free from their scam.

Now I look back and see,
That the bullies were just weak,
Trying to bring me down,
But I was the one who could truly speak.

I am no longer a victim,
But a survivor instead,
For I have overcome the bullies,
And found my true self instead.