The poem describes the emotional and psychological pain of cyberbullying. It explores how hurtful online rumors and comments can make one feel lonely, worthless, and question their self-worth, even though the bullying is "unseen." The bullying leads to suffering, pain, and feeling like life is not worth living anymore. While the online bullying may stop, the emotional trauma lingers on.
The poem describes the emotional and psychological pain of cyberbullying. It explores how hurtful online rumors and comments can make one feel lonely, worthless, and question their self-worth, even though the bullying is "unseen." The bullying leads to suffering, pain, and feeling like life is not worth living anymore. While the online bullying may stop, the emotional trauma lingers on.
The poem describes the emotional and psychological pain of cyberbullying. It explores how hurtful online rumors and comments can make one feel lonely, worthless, and question their self-worth, even though the bullying is "unseen." The bullying leads to suffering, pain, and feeling like life is not worth living anymore. While the online bullying may stop, the emotional trauma lingers on.
You make me grief. It’s those monsters in my head, That is connected with my feelings. Telling me hurtful rumors About what he said.
I listen and I wonder why,
How could someone say those things When not a one is true Yet look at the pain it brings? I'm suffering, I'm in pain.
You don’t make me hate myself,
You make me torture myself. It’s those words on that screen The ones that say I’m ***** When I couldn’t be more clean and happy.
Cyber bullying is not a joke
Yet no one does a thing They let it happen constantly, And a lot are victims. And I feel the pain that stings.
You don’t make me give up on life,
You make me question my worth. It’s the fists that give my bruises, Although unseen but impacts so much. I’m not strong enough for this life My pain it bleeds and oozes
I tried to be brave But this life just isn’t for me I gave up on this life and be lonely and afraid, And there’s no place I’d rather be but to hide behind the screen.
I'm just a human, imperfect
Who cared so much for other people, But the ones I cared for most, Are the ones that watched me suffer and stumble. My bruises are visible, My heart is broken in pieces. But no one did a thing Because there was nothing we could do but cry.
Now the rumors are dead,
The words are deleted from the screen, My bruises are heeled up Yet the trauma exists though the pain unseen