Nobody Knew (Bullying Poem)

Nobody knew when the teasing started; the days that formed my life.

Not happy times like your first puppy, or becoming a husband or wife.

No, days which I wish to forget, memories are branded with the hurt.

The days when I was bullied; teased, taunted and treated like dirt.



Nobody knew when the hurt set it, the words so unforgiving and cold.

They hit me with full force and the effects begin to take there hold.

I wanted to fight back, but somehow, I couldn’t find the strength to speak.

This lead to the mocking to increase, meaning all I was was weak.



The names that I was called, horrid and disgustingly untrue.

But that didn’t stop the small group; I let the pain within me brew.

I didn’t want to talk about it, I didn’t want to think that it was a big deal.

Somehow, I had to tell myself, that this whole thing wasn’t at all real.



Nobody knew when I began to cry, the torments building slowly inside.

I had to let it go though, and I released the pain when I cried.

This just felt like another weakness, and I tried not to as often as I could.

But the hurtful words were getting worst; I soon hid behind my hood.



Nobody knew of the silence I showed, all thinking I was just a quiet girl.

But they knew nothing of the vicious words that the bullies would often hurl.

Shutting off from people, including family and every friend,

I only wanted for this to stop, prayed for the words to end.



Those words turned to threats though, they knew they were hurting me.

If anyone found out about the bullies, well, I guess that would be.

I never opened up about it, I mean, they didn’t hit me or anything.

So it didn’t really matter, it was just a normal, everyday routine.



Nobody knew the reasons why, when I wanted to just stay home.

To stay behind the door of my room; just be by myself, all alone.

I didn’t want to face another day of them, another day of hurt.

How much more could I take? How much more to be burnt?



I didn’t understand it then, I couldn’t understand why?

I should have fought back, but they were better so I didn’t ever try.

I trusted no one then, for I was scared they would find out.

I wouldn’t be able to cope the bullies, be able to take one more shout.



Nobody knew when I began self-harm, to escape the new waves of pain.

If I cut and bled the pain, then I knew I could handle them again.

A couple of months, since it started right until that day.

I thought I was going to never escape, never get away.



But then I was saved, somebody finally saw.

Behind my mask of pain, the saw that pain so raw.

This person knew the truth, and they didn’t have to ask.

They made sure the bullies suffered, as if it were their task.



Somebody knew what I went through, and they helped me come back.

I finally realised I had strength, and that was what the bullies did lack.

I now know that I do not have to suffer, as what I was did long ago.

And the courage to fight back, each day within me will grow.