Growing up Bulied

When I was young  it was tough to be that age.

10 years old and a 16 year old trying to drown me daily.

But my parents did not believe.

As I was dunked and held under water time and time again.

Go home to mama, and not to be believed ever or ever.

Kept in a dog house for the entire day

or he would tell my parents that I enjoyed cigarettes.

Beaten and beaten and beaten again.

But my parents could I tell them, when?

Never cause I was the one that was wrong

Not the bully trying to kill me with sand

Down my throat in my ears let them see

The way I was treated they would never see

As I went to bed as no one believed

The room closed in every night like a sleeve

Squeezing and squashing my chest so tight.

Would I be able to survive another night?

The room closing in and my body so thick

Seeing pot and pans flying out off of the shelves.

Can’t you help me from bullies like this?

No one would and It seemed so a bliss,

That I always feel like this.