They hurl stones at me,

stones of hatred,

I just can’t ignore them,

I feel faded.

They would spill dirt on my name,

make me seem wrong,

make it seem as if I come from hell,

Is that where I belong?

Words out their mouth,

hurt my heart,

I guess they are just below me,

and less smart.

Sometimes I feel irrelevant,

and unrecognised as well,

sometimes I want to scream,

and loudly yell.

I want them to feel my silence,

as loud as a scream,

I want to make them realise,

that I have a right to dream.

I know they can’t reach higher than me,

by pushing me down,

I also know that they put themselves down,

when they try to make me drown.

I don’t know how to tackle them,

like every day, I walk away,

towards a road of solitude-my mind,

which treats me like a prey.

Thousands of kids today are prey to bullying.

When someone throws stones at you, pick them up and build a wall between their jealousy and your perfection…

By Tarushi

Poetry 2019