Poems by Annie Diamond
Mean Kids
I remember my days at school.
Where the children would taunt
And make fun of me.
Those days are memorable,
They never leave my head.
I see their faces,
I hear their voices
In my head, where they dwell.
They are always laughing
Mouths set to find fault.
They're having fun.
My mind was blank
I blocked them out.
Alone, I would cry.
I still cry now,
I feel those terrible feelings still.
Can a man live two times?
To go back, undo the hurts.
But who says it will be different?
They will always be laughing,
Always taunting
Carrying out their purpose in life.
They're not kids anymore
But where ever they are
They are still tormenting.
Making somebody's life hell.