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The Colors of Bullying
Blue and black bruises dance up my arm.
They hit me for not being one of them.
“I fell. You know I’m a klutz.”
Dark bags under my eyes and pale skin.
I was reading what they wrote about me online all night.
“I had homework to finish.”
Pale blue water droplets on my pillow.
I cried over their insults.
“I was watching a sad movie.”
Red streaks on my stomach.
They did this in the locker room.
“No one can see.”
Bruises fade to green.
Don’t worry. They’ll give me more
“Oh, these? I cant remember where I got them.”
Deep scratches on my arms, now faded pink.
How can I explain my hatred for myself?
Dented brown glasses.
They stole them and decided to have some fun.
“Can you believe I actually sat on them?”
Green grass stains on my jeans.
They pushed me to the ground for being in their way.
“The soccer game got a little rough.”
Never saying a word.
They taught me not to express myself.
“That’s ok. You didn’t listen to me anyways.”
Distancing myself from everyone.
They say I have no friends. I believe them.
“You never helped me.”
Trying to fight through the days.
They say I cant.
“They’re right. I cant do this.”
The temptation of leaving.
They say no one will miss me.
“I could. No one will miss me.”
The blue sky welcomes me from the rooftop.
They’re cheering me on. Chanting my name.
“No one noticed. You promised you would, but you didn’t.”
One, two, three, four.
They laugh. It’s a game to them.
“Why are they so hard to ignore?”
Five, six, seven, eight.
They smile and encourage me. It’s their favorite show.
“I can’t stop. It‘s too late.”
Blue sky mixes with white clouds and green grass, the red haze of fear is ever present.
They can’t touch me in the sky.
“Why am I not flying?”
They do not regret anything. They never do.
“I regret this. I always will.”
My eyes close for the last time.
They see it as a sign of weakness.
“I never was stronger than them.”
Someone reaches out for me in the white glare.
They know how much they hurt me. They don’t care.
“The pain wont go away. Make it stop.”
I see myself laying on the ground. I am gray; no color allowed.
They smile triumphantly.
“Help me. Why didn’t anyone help me?”