Scattered Upon The Ground

                                     

                                                   He was a lively young man
                                                   full of joy and cheer
                                                   spending his days building
                                                   a future ,bright and clear

                                                   School days held a promise
                                                   always looking towards tomorrow
                                                   before his dreams were shattered
                                                   by constant pain and sorrow

                                                   Hallways became a war zone
                                                   and the battle raged within
                                                   the enemy was ever so close
                                                   he used to call it friend

                                                   He walked around so fearful
                                                   with his head hanging down
                                                   feeling hurt, lonely and excluded
                                                   like dirt upon the ground

                                                   The classrooms were even worse
                                                   with a constant feeling of dread
                                                   the more they stared and mocked
                                                   the more he hung his head

                                                   Why me, he often questioned
                                                    I just want to be their friend
                                                    why am I so very different
                                                    it became so hard to pretend

                                                    When the fires were raging inside
                                                     his empty and battered soul
                                                     yearning for that special place
                                                     to help him feel worthy and whole

                                                     He took to his secluded bedroom
                                                     curled up in a tiny ball
                                                     with anguished tears of distress
                                                     and no one noticed at all

                                                     Until one morning at sunrise
                                                     and a mother's weeping sound
                                                     teardrops fell like the dreams
                                                     that laid scattered upon the ground

                                                      Susie Swanson, 2012

                                                   
                                                     Source = Bullying In American Schools --Statistics

Six out of 10 American Teens witness Bullying at least once a day. For children in grades 6--10, one in six--or 3.2 million are victims of Bullying each year and 3.7 million are Bullies. An estimated 160,000 children miss school every day out of fear of attack or intimidation by other students. One out of every 10 students who drop out of school does so because of repeated Bullying. Those who are bullied are five times more likely to be depressed and far more likely to be suicidal.

And the list goes on--- as you've probably already noticed this is a personal issue with me...Yes I was bullied in school but not to the point that I didn't overcome and move on.. With today's kids it's even worse, and the sad part about it is nothing ever seems to be done ..swept under the rug by all involved..
And if you look around you won't find many kids that hasn't went through it in one way or the other...such a sad world for children to grow up in...... This was a very, hard poem for me to write.... Enough said for now...Susie