Anytime I try to speak up.
To face those bullies.
It seems as if I get speechless.
I hear what they say.
Their laugh that goes on behind my back.
Echoing on and on in my ears.
I see their behavior towards me.
It angers me for what they do.
Rolling eyes and their rude glare.
I sense what they think I am.
A weirdo and that is true.
But they aren't the ones who have the right to judge me.
My blood boils until it is unbearable hot.
Yet every time I have the chance to speak up.
My mouth feels superglued and I remain speechless.
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Is it just me? Or do you feel the same? I do wonder so...feel free to comment and tell me so. I would love to see your reaction.
You know what I'm gonna say. If you guessed "as I always say, please vote (and comment if you want to do so) if you enjoyed this poem", then you GUESSED RIGHT! So please do so. :) It would make my day.
STAI LEGGENDO
A Poetry Book
PoesiaA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
