Sometimes it hurts too much
Only the bullied know
What bullying is.
Those who inflict the pain
Have no perception
Of the harm they do.
I hid my pain at school
I lied when asked at home
Why my nose was bloody
My uniform torn again
Why my famous smile
Had disappeared.
I said I walked into doors
They chose to believe me
It was easier that way.
Now I can only watch
As one by one
Bright lights are extinguished
And hopes fall to dust.
I think to myself
But for being stubborn
That could have been me.
Dedicated to the memory of all those children who have found it unbearable
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November 9, 2010 at 20:49
The sting is in the tail. In this case.
November 9, 2010 at 20:52
Quite a big sting as well I hope
November 9, 2010 at 21:57
“They chose to believe me / It was easier that way.”
Oh, aye. As a (former) professional liar, I can tell you, lying is always a cooperative act. It is the liar’s job to discover what lie will be convenient, but if it is to work, those lied-to must consent. The function of a lie is to allow those lied-to to keep their illusions. It is only afterwards that both sides pretend it was actually believed. In reality it was only agreed upon.
November 10, 2010 at 10:26
I couldn’t agree more, illusion is a powerful word in this context, sometimes people will do anything rather than have their illusions shattered.
November 9, 2010 at 22:01
Someone once said, that nobody wants to die. But everybody wants to live only under certain minimum circumstances. The minimum differs from person to person. The principle doesn’t.
November 9, 2010 at 22:02
Some of us happen to have found out what that minimum is.
November 10, 2010 at 10:36
Very true. Perhaps a lot depends on how early we have to develop advanced survival skills.
November 10, 2010 at 04:52
That was very nice, Malcolm. But thankfully you somehow worked your way through the pain and misery, as have many of us and as hope many more will also.
*hugs*
November 10, 2010 at 10:39
Thanks Seth. We found the strength and I just wish there was a way I could find to pass it on to those kids of today who so desperately need it.
Love