The bully

April 9, 2012
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My nose is broken,
it’s hard to breathe.
I’m trapped alone,
the bully won’t leave.
My eyes are swelling,
it’s hard to see.
I’m crying from pain,
he still won’t leave.
A bystander’s watching,
he’s staring at me.
There’s pity in his eyes,
it’s not hard to see.
The bully’s getting tired,
he’s backing away.
I hope he leaves,
I pray, I pray.
He gets up, grabs his stuff,
and heads for the door.
On his way out,
he throws my books on the floor.
I climb up to my feet,
admit my defeat,
get my books off the floor,
and stagger for the door.

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hippiechick99 said...
Apr. 18, 2012 at 3:26 pm
This is the sad truth that happenes every day all around the world. (Not to me though. wooo home schoolers.) I loved the reality and truth of this poem.
Neonpanda17 said...
Apr. 18, 2012 at 3:01 pm

Thanks yoou!! :D


iamfeelingud said...
Apr. 18, 2012 at 2:55 pm
Nice job!!
AgentOrange789 said...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 5:41 pm
I really liked it. Doesn't get too shrouded in fancy words, and is straight to the point (and normally I'm a huge geek for fancy, elegant diction etc. ) Nice job!
RazzleDazzle said...
Apr. 15, 2012 at 10:19 pm
I really like how realistic it is, making me feel like I'm actually there. Good job!
Neonpanda17 replied...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 5:36 am
Thank you!! :)
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