by Em   Apr 11, 2016

From a young age I remember being 'different'
too ugly, too fat, that's what they said anyway.
School was difficult not because of the work
but the names..

They stuck like a dagger in the mind.

Then they got my number,
my e-mail address and it was torture.

How can anyone tell you to

That's where it all started,
the self hate,
does it help?


Because words always stick.
You can't get rid of words.

That's what I used when I left that note
to say I was leaving the people that cared.

Words always on my mind,
causing sleepless nights,
worries, sadness and anger.

Schools where they started,
the graves where they'll stop.

Copyright: Em


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  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Hi Em... growing up can be the hardest toughest moments of our life. Words are words but can strike at the heart when used in horrid ways. Brave poem, and hope your in a place of strength. Thank you for sharing

    All the best

    Michael :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Thank you all for your comments.

  • 1 year ago

    by Mayday

    !! I really truly hope this is a vent!! It's a horrible thing to go through, being bullied, I definitely Know what it's like to be different, I have a prosthetic leg and I was born with birth defects - you are definitely NOT alone in the world. & The only ounce of relief there is, is knowing that you will not see those same people forever - or maybe never again. You'll go on with your life and meet other people, kinder people with a thousand beautiful 'words' instead of all of the ugly hateful things. You ARE above them, and with time, I hope you come to find that this really is only the beginning. (Crappy as it is, but it's just ONE chapter out of your entire story) So PLEASE, don't give up and end this book BEFORE you get to all of the good parts <3
    I wish you all the best of luck in the whole world.

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Oh Em! This is so sad! I am so sorry this is something that has happened to you! People can be so incredibly cruel, words hurt more than physical pain. This is beautifully written, very raw, took my breath away from the pain that was coming off this in waves-hugs to you! Brenda

  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    We should always think before speaking. Once the words came out they can't be taken back. The damage is done and those words will stick. Bruises or cuts on the skin eventually heal up but the verbal can't. It's a cruel thing to tell someone to die, I was told myself. It hurts and it is pure evil but they have lots of demons to deal with. Be strong. All the very best