Bully in the Mirror

[George]

She spends five hours getting ready for school,
knowing all her hard work is for naught,
for by the time she gets to her locker- tripped - into a reality that feels a nightmare
The names she can handle, as she has heard various versions her whole life
What hurts the most is the way people stare,
As if she has worms in hair I like this image, I wish there were more in this poem!
Some look her way in horror, Some in wrath,
she shys away from everyone's path Beautiful -
shy the school whisper as she passes,
Only she hears FREAK, Slut, Crazy.
In class there is no reprieve,
Her teachers ignore her hand for the answer
Looking through her is worse than being glared at
Invisible is miserable
At lunch she sits - alone -
Stomach too tight to eat
Afraid she will have food and garbage thrown her way . . .

The bell signaling the end of school could not come a second sooner
A rush to home she slams her bedroom door hard
Shaking, she knows deep within is where self hate is born . . .
She can not bare to look in the mirror, fears for her own
reflection, and when she does
all she can see
is nonexistent self extreme,
glaring back.

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welcome to my words. Please leave feedback if you are so moved. I am not afraid or shy to answer any questions you may have about poetry or everyday life. Writers are family.

Hello Celestina, Here's my two cents.

I have corrected the poem for grammar and spelling errors, added some punctuation because it would of killed me if I didn't and changed the flow of the poem.

I like this poem and the idea of has a place in my heart, but you need to look forward on editing it. I would like to see more similes metaphors, and poetic devices added in.

The length of the poem is fine, if you're trying to signify how long the day drags on, but work on the tempo, the flow, how you want the readers to read it. I've corrected some to how I've read it but I don't know if that's how you want it to be.

Cheers,
George