Least Read Poems About Bullying

The decaying of resolve twists animosities into
atrocities, swimming in a red colored mind
pounding against the floodgates of sanity,
if they would only stop talking

In the air, the stench of their condescending
sillage remains, as the flames grow deep in
the forges of anger, laughter at the images of
straw men on fire

It is increasingly difficult to walk the tightrope
in the winds of constant negativity and the
eternal onslaught of jeers and false accusations
it's not paranoia you gas-lighting fucks

Just breathe,...

She saw injustice, double-standard rules, unfair favoritism, and was treated like an outcast, though she physically lived among them. Day by day, she looked for ways to spread her wings and fly away. The more she tried, the more they clipped her wings with negativism and implementing guilt and fear in pursuit of discouraging her wish to fly and create her own world.

Sadness turned to anger, but she kept silent and bore the beatings until she could no longer contain all the build-up inside her. Anger had turned to rage. They thought she was crazy to begin with, but they had seen...

To be torn from innocence
To be laughed at
To be humiliated
To be doubted
To be doubting self
To be discounted
To be harrassed
To be challenged
To be bullied
To be attacked
To be beaten up
To be discarded
To be spat on
To be judged
To be hated
To be confined
To be raped
To be brave
To be stubborn
To be tough
To be focused
To be persevering
To be better
To be released
To be vindicated
To be a survivor
To be reborn

They knock her glasses...  
off her face and step on them!  
Crunch! Broken!  
They trip her and kick...  
her books down the hall!  
   
Fatty tripped on her two left feet!  
   
They push her into a bathroom stall...  
and take her skirt and panties.  
Snap! Photo!  
She screams and cries...  
until the nurse gets her pants to wear!  
   
She hates this school!  
   
They mock the pants...  
It's a boy! Ugly enough.  
"Ugly. Ugly." They chant.  
"She wants to be a...

The boy turned fifteen. His father bought him a shotgun. He taught his son how to load, clean and shoot the gun. He would say, "Kid you've got to stand up for yourself, always." He would make the boy shoot round after round, his shoulder would ache. He would rather read comics, go on his phone, and jerk off like any normal teenager. He didn't like going to the rifle range with his father. The place gave him the creeps.

One Saturday morning in June, his father said, "Get your rifle and get in the car, MOVE IT!" He did what he was told. He sat in the front seat...