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The Bully

January 5, 2022
By siennareiner BRONZE, West Linn, Oregon
siennareiner BRONZE, West Linn, Oregon
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Flowers have petals and so do you 

You pick at mine with every word you chew 

I ask everyday what if I picked your stem instead

You'd be nothing but squished pollen and torn grass you said 


You say i'm nothing but a weed, it's time for me to flee 

But you and your army of three will call the bees

I ask you let me be, I plea and plea and plea 

But you show no remorse, how could you be so carefree? 


My days are coming to an end, i'm starting to sag 

I melt closer and closer to the grass

You look down, but for some reason you’re sad 


Was I the bully all along? 


The author's comments:

I am a sophomore at West Linn High School in Oregon and wrote this in my creative writing class. This poem came natural to me after struggling with mental health for a long time. I wrote it in a couple minutes, only tweaking it a little afterwards because I liked how real it was the first time. 


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