“I Am the Bully”
Eight poems written by students in Michele G.’s Courageous Cubs class for Pink Shirt Day.
I am the bully,
I wonder if I will hurt someone
I hear kids feet disappearing in fright
I see kids shivering in fear and hiding if it was like I had a weapon
I want nothing to do with this
I am the bully.
I pretend I have a friend when really I have non
I feel like I have nothing to do on this earth
I touch a ball and throw it and it touches the hard ground
I worry that my future will be disappointing and lonely
I cry at night
I am the bully.
I understand that I’m doing wrong but I can’t stop
I say I’m sorry but no one believes me
I dream of being the villain in a movie and getting teased
I try my hardest to stop but I can’t
I hope my future is happy
I am the bully.
I am the bully,
I wonder if people will feel my pain.
I hear cries of the people I bully.
I see myself in the mirror and I look at myself of What I am.
I want power so I can tell them I am Boss.
I am the bully.
I pretend I don’t see them be scared of me.
I feel like I am the best and I can get all the power I can get.
I touch the people that are scared of me and I tell myself to not hurt.
I worry that I will do bad things in the future.
I cry when my friend betrays me.
I am the bully.
I understand that I should not do this, but I want to.
I say bad things to people I bully.
I dream that I can have more power then all of them.
I try to stop but I can’t.
I hope that I will make it thro this fight.
I am the bully.
I am the bully,
I wonder what’s happening,
I hear everything I say,
I see what I do,
I want to stop,
I am the bully.
I pretend to be strong,
I feel lonely,
I touch my inner soul,
I worry what will become of it,
I cry along, inside,
I am the bully.
I understand what I am doing,
I say what I don’t mean,
I dream differently,
I try to change,
I hope they understand,
I am the bully.
I am the bully,
I wonder if I can change
I hear the cries of fear as I walk by in the halls
I see the hurt on the target’s face
I want to stop but I don’t know how
I am the bully.
I pretend to be the best
I feel the hurt just like the target
I touch my inner power and use it for evil when I don’t want to
I worry that I can’t stop
I cry because I can’t stop
I am the bully.
I understand what it feels like to be the target
I say the opposite of what I feel
I dream of a world where I can stop
I try to stop
I hope I can be nice
I am the bully.
I am the bully,
I wonder how the target feels
I hear the cries of the other kids
I see all of the people hiding from me
I want to stop but i can’t
I am the bully.
I pretend to bully the other kids
I feel horrible when I am mean to the kids
I touch the dark side of my body and release it
I worry that I will be bullied
I cry when I get bullied
I am the bully.
I understand how it feels to get bullied
I say mean things to the kids
I dream I won’t be a bully
I try to help the kids
I hope I will not be a bully
I am the bully.
I am the bully,
I wonder why i watch the fight
I hear them talking
I see them battling
I want to help but i’m to scared
I am the bully.
I pretend I will eventually help
I feel sad for the target
I touch my teddy bear every night and try to think how i could help
I worry about my friend getting bullied
I cry when i’m there not helping because i’m scared
I cry I am the bully.
I understand how the target feels
I say i’m to scared to help him
I dream that i will get over my fears
I try to make it stop
I hope I will help the upstander next time
I am the bully.
I am the bully,
I wonder what the target feels
I hear people crying when I walk by
I see my school mates hiding from me
I want people to know that i am not trying to be mean
I am the bully.
I pretend I am being nice
I feel like I am a monster
I touch my real self that I am not mean
I worry that I will never have friends
I cry because nobody likes me
I am the bully.
I understand that I am being mean
I say that I just want to play
I dream that I am playing and having fun
I try to make friends
I hope that I will be nice and likeable
I am the bully.
I am the bully,
I wonder if this child is frightened
I hear a scream
I see a scared kid
I want his ball
I am the bully.
I pretend i am a lion
I feel mad
I touch his shoulders
I worry that i’ll get caught
I cry “gimme yo ball weirdo”
I am the bully.
I understand he is scared
I say that he should gimme the balll
I dream of taking it
I try to grab it
I hope to grab it
I am the bully.
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