More poems relating to bullying

Hiding

I struggle to show

what I can do,

all that I know.

Can I be

The real me

Or who you

want to see.

I’m hiding

the me

I’m striving

to be.

Why do I hide?

How can I lie?

Where is my pride?

When can I fly?

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Too Late

Life is too difficult.

There are many roads to choose from.

How do I now which one to take?

I have gone down many that ended too fast.

I want to find one I can follow the rest of my days.

If I don’t come across it soon,

I fear I will not be able to go on further.

I don’t want to hurt anymore.

There is only one road that leads

Away from this painful place.

There is only one road to heaven’s gate.

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to live.

But those are my only choices.

Living is too hard. I don’t have the strength.

But to die would be the coward’s way out.

Do I want to suffer or do I just quit.

I am here on this bridge trying to decide.

The wind is strong and its hard to hold on.

Well that was an easy decision. I have no choice.

My decision was not to die,

But I made it too late.

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IT

It is so black.

It keeps us from coming back.

It makes it hard for some to cope.

It gives some feelings of ended hope.

It occurs in many forms.

It is outside of all norms.

It is something most of us fear.

It often takes those we hold dear.

It is an end to all life.

It can stop mortal strife.

It gives us no reason to sing.

Death is a terrible thing.

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Where with all,

You have the gull,

To see your life,

Be it joy or strife,

As worth a lot,

For all you’ve got.