Bullying: A Poem From A Silent Victim.
Bullying: A Poem From A Silent Victim.
5-20-2012
I call us ‘silent victims’ for two reasons.
#1. Most bully victims do not tell anybody about the painful experiences they are facing whether out of embarrassment, fear, or both. Which is very sad in looking back.
#2. Silent because nobody seems to stand up for us. At least back in my day the teachers, bus drivers, passerbyers both children and adults would see but never intervene to help me out. They kept silent. For this, I know I would never keep silent myself, and would always, without hesitation, turn to the aid of any child, adult, or victim in need.
The silent victim screams out for help in his or her heart, but rarely does anyone answer those cries. Nobody who bullies could possibly realize the toll that their words and their actions have on another human being. Not just for now, but for always. Being ‘cool’ at the stake of somebody’s life. Is it really worth it?
We need to stop the hurting and start supporting. We need to band together not pull apart and tear one another down. We are ALL human beings. We are ALL equal!
No child can help the way that they look, the voice that they have, the clothes they are bought, the glasses they must wear, the disabilities they face, the slurring of their speech, the extra pounds that they carry, (or perhaps the exact opposite), their sexual preference. Etc. etc. etc. There is no perfect person on this planet. People need to start looking into hearts instead of the external.
I wrote this poem today that likely will hit home to most bully victims, though it feels all my own when I think back on it and reflect on how being bullied changed my life, and ruined a large chunk of it. It maybe made me a more compassionate person, but what a stiff price to pay.
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The Victim
Your stares they cut like razor blades, your words they struck me to the core,
You took away my childhood, I wasn’tShelly myself anymore.
You took away my childhood, I wasn’t
The extrovert who loved to dance, as all eyes watched me twirl and twirl,
Suddenly that person died, a lost and lonely little girl.
Suddenly that person died, a lost and lonely little girl.
Your evil chants and vicious lies, are still embedded in my brain,
At 36 I still wonder where would I be if you refrained?
At 36 I still wonder where would I be if you refrained?
More confident in who I am, less anxious when I’m in a crowd,
I swear sometimes I hear a laugh, and think that it’s still at me now.
You easily moved on through life, not thinking of the life you stole,
You likely don’t remember me, but I’m the conscience in your soul,
I hope you teach your children right, and pray they don’t turn out the same,
Your bullying still follows me, but yet to you was just a game.
Copyright Shelly@ Twinpossible 2012. All rights reserved.
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I put a slash through my name in the above poem to personalize this to whomever is reading, though that is my original wording since obviously, I am talking about myself here. Also, because I don’t even know if I was me anymore. I don’t think I had any real identity, hence a missing name.
Written by a "silent victim", Shelly
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