In your eyes you think it’s all right
But in others, they think it’s wrong
Throwing those paper balls at me again
Tearing my emotions apart
You’ll never ever sit in my place
Tripped now, I’m bleeding
Does it make you feel mature?
Bet you never pictured my violent urges onto you
Taunting me, because I’m different
Well maybe you should pick on her
Pick on him, and even yourself
Everybody is different and the same
So will you do me a favor?
Just leave me alone now
You’re the reason of my isolation
Ask yourself what you don’t like about yourself
Deal with yourself, and leave me alone
Because I won’t do a thing
Letting you see what’s through my eyes
This poem Pooks wrote in her “Idea Journal” in High-School. Her teacher wanted a copy to post in the hall publicly for anti-bullying. But Pooks was too afraid to post it publicly at that time.
Text copyright © 1999 By Pooks