Being bullied,

Was like a lie,

When my parents used to tell me right?

But no, no they are wrong,

As every time I close my eyes,

I can't forget the scars I hide.

Being bullied,

When I was eleven,

That time I was still insecure about myself,

That crying, snobbish and annoying crybaby,

That makes the people around me feel annoyed,

And disgusted,

Even that friend who I used to like,

Had even betrayed me from the start.

Being bullied,

When I was twelve,

I felt the world around me fell,

Like I was falling in a well,

I cannot breathe, I cannot hide,

As their hurtful words,

Filled my insides.

Being bullied,

When I thought it all would stop,

Being at the age of thirteen,

Making the world around me spin,

As I make a sigh of relief,

It has almost started again since.

 Being bullied,

Almost bullied I mean at the age of 15,

When I thought I was locked in class,

And my heart was almost broken like glass,

Shattering, hateful, broken sobs,

Almost shattering my best friend's eardrums,

All because of my old past,

That makes my other friends apologize and I let it pass.

Being bullied,

Well not really bullied now,

I felt my broken heart mend,

But still it had traces,

Of what that had been,

I still remember the pain,

And the humiliations I had gone through.

Being bullied,

Is a sign,

That I had gotten through the lowest part of my life,

But why did I feel,

Like I'm still dead inside?

Being bullied,

Is not a game,

Is also not some stories that many people made,

But it is actually true for people like me,

Especially me,

The young, innocent and lively me,

So please! Please take your arms up and swear,

Police, Teachers, Parents, Anyone,

Swear that none other soul will be bullied,

Never ever be bullied again!