They hurl stones at me,
stones of hatred,
I just can’t ignore them,
I feel faded.
They would spill dirt on my name,
make me seem wrong,
make it seem as if I come from hell,
Is that where I belong?
Words out their mouth,
hurt my heart,
I guess they are just below me,
and less smart.
Sometimes I feel irrelevant,
and unrecognised as well,
sometimes I want to scream,
and loudly yell.
I want them to feel my silence,
as loud as a scream,
I want to make them realise,
that I have a right to dream.
I know they can’t reach higher than me,
by pushing me down,
I also know that they put themselves down,
when they try to make me drown.
I don’t know how to tackle them,
like every day, I walk away,
towards a road of solitude-my mind,
which treats me like a prey.
Thousands of kids today are prey to bullying.
When someone throws stones at you, pick them up and build a wall between their jealousy and your perfection…