Why,
Is it that the wrong gets right?
The bad get the good?
The victims targeted?
Why,
The people at fault get praised?
Only the weakest work together?
Only the strongest work together?
Why,
The uninvolved remain uninvolved?
Or if they do, why for the unjust?
Why include to exclude?
Why,
Is bullying cool?
Are the offenders so pathetic?
Are the put-downs so harsh?
Why? It just doesn't make sense.
This poem adresses bullying, and how it is not logical nor makes sense. Constantly people say people bully because they feel insecure about themselves, and I now realize how true that is. It is almost hilarious how someone who is weak, unintelligent, not funny, not attractive, not popular, and not nice picks on others. What's even more funny is that these people become more popular after they bully. It just doesn't make sense. The outcome to this would almost prove that having a mean personality trait is a good thing. It doesn't make sense.
While writing this I tried to use real-life examples without having enough clarity for the reader to actually understand who who is, or what is specifically happening/happened. I tried not to over think, not to rhyme, or have any rhythm. The only actual attributes of poetry I purposefully put in it was repetition and stanzas. It turned out really well. While writing this I began to feel very emotional at the topic at hand. I know people personally who get bullied on a daily basis, and the sad part is that it's not just the bullies who bully them, but also their friends and the people around them so that they will seem cooler. That fueled up lines for me to write in the poem.
Is it that the wrong gets right?
The bad get the good?
The victims targeted?
Why,
The people at fault get praised?
Only the weakest work together?
Only the strongest work together?
Why,
The uninvolved remain uninvolved?
Or if they do, why for the unjust?
Why include to exclude?
Why,
Is bullying cool?
Are the offenders so pathetic?
Are the put-downs so harsh?
Why? It just doesn't make sense.
This poem adresses bullying, and how it is not logical nor makes sense. Constantly people say people bully because they feel insecure about themselves, and I now realize how true that is. It is almost hilarious how someone who is weak, unintelligent, not funny, not attractive, not popular, and not nice picks on others. What's even more funny is that these people become more popular after they bully. It just doesn't make sense. The outcome to this would almost prove that having a mean personality trait is a good thing. It doesn't make sense.
While writing this I tried to use real-life examples without having enough clarity for the reader to actually understand who who is, or what is specifically happening/happened. I tried not to over think, not to rhyme, or have any rhythm. The only actual attributes of poetry I purposefully put in it was repetition and stanzas. It turned out really well. While writing this I began to feel very emotional at the topic at hand. I know people personally who get bullied on a daily basis, and the sad part is that it's not just the bullies who bully them, but also their friends and the people around them so that they will seem cooler. That fueled up lines for me to write in the poem.
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