I wrote this poem right off of something that happened, I didn’t change a bit of it. These kind of things really happen, and the main problem is that there are no rules against it, and they can’t make rules against it. People shouldn’t do this based off their own conscience, but it seems like a lot of people don’t have one of those.
Maybe you’re one of those people who think bullying is just another SEL lesson, that it’s just something your parents tell you not to do, or that that kind of stuff never really happens.
But it does.
And it’s not okay.
there’s this girl
most people don’t like her so much.
i don’t know why
she’s really nice,
just a little odd.
she is one of those people who doesn’t know it
when someone is being mean to them.
so when they elected her to homecoming court,
along with her twin brother
and the girl with the short temper
and another guy who there’s no excuse in being mean to,
when they all elected her,
she thought people loved her.
she was so happy.
but secretly they were all snickering,
talking about how weird she is
and not giving a thought to how it made her feel
except maybe to laugh again.
so let me tell you
let me tell you something.
the way you’re acting is not okay.
i won’t tolerate it.
and i’m not proud to say
that i go to school with you.
Ciao for now,