Sticks And Stones... Poem by Danielle CarbonWilson

I used to be smiley, happy all the time,
Now, I feel like I've done some heinous crime.
The stares I get when I walk down the hall,
It's enough to make me trip and fall.

And when I do, everyone laughs cruelly,
So I go and hide, Oh God, please help me!
Thank Goodness school's only from eight to one,
It saves me the embarrassment of wicked girls' "fun"

When I see mum, I put on a smile,
But often, it's not even worthwhile.
I just run to my room and lock the door,
And cry until my eyes are sore.

Sometimes, they wait for me after school,
Just to make me look like a fool.
They beat me up and call me names,
I'm sick and tired of their games!

Why, oh why did they turn on me?
They're hurting me so much, can't they see,
The pain and trauma they cause everyday,
The joy and happiness they've taken away?

We used to be friends, a long time ago,
But that was before they told me to go.
We'd had a fight you see, but it wasn't the same,
This time was different, I got all the blame.

I can't believe they're the same people I told,
All my crushes, my secrets and other things untold.
The same people who bully me, day after day,
Who've turned my sunshine to a lifetime of gray.

But I can't take this anymore,
I'm going to break free and open the door.
The door that shut from the years of rejection,
I shall finally have my overdue redemption.

I'll either leave this earth in a suicidal bliss,
Or talk to someone, ANYONE, about this,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
So should I stay, or should I go?