Bullied Poem by Jenny Bevan

Alone in my room i sit silently in dispare
trying to make sense of what i did to deserve this.
The hurtful words echo round and round
as bitter tears fall from my eyes.
No comfort from a single soul
No release fromt he pain caused.
Though they see me breaking infront of them
they won't stop.
I know each day will be the same
the names they call me,
the looks and whispers they share around me,
the saddness i feel when they joke at my expence.
Still i continue to hope, wish and pray that one day they will see
I am a person just like them, no less and no better.