Tuesday, October 25, 2011

WHO'S TO BLAME? by Ryann Austin

Who’s to blame?
My family?
That’s what people will say,
That I wasn’t raised properly.
But that’s not right,
I was, I just snapped.

Who’s to blame?
The bullies?
The ones that made me feel worthless,
Like I wasn’t good enough,
Like I was a freak,
Are they to blame?

Who’s to blame?
The musicians who sing the music I listen to?
That’s what people will say,
Listening to angry music is what did it.
But that’s not right,
That music is what kept me sane until now.

Who’s to blame?
The bullies?
Torturing and tormenting me for who I am,
For what I look like,
For who I like.
Are they to blame?

Who’s to blame?
My friends?
That’s what people will say,
That my friends should have noticed something was wrong.
But that’s not right,
I’m a loner and I hide my emotions well.

Who’s to blame?
The bullies?
The ones who go out of their way to make sure I’m not ok,
That no one would be my friend,
Forcing me to be a loner.
Are they to blame?

Who’s to blame?
Me?
Yes, I snapped.
But is that blame worthy?
Would it not be better to blame the cause?
Or am I at fault for being me?

Who’s to blame?
The bullies?
The ones that made sure I felt unwanted,
And that I didn’t belong,
Always pushing me towards the edge.
Are they to blame?

Who’s to blame?
My peers who did nothing?
They saw what was going on,
And never did anything to stop it.
They could’ve tried to help,
But they stood by and watched.

Who’s to blame?
The bullies?
They are the ones who pushed me over the edge.
Never stopping their tormenting,
Because I wasn’t like them,
Because I was different.

Who’s to blame?
God?
He made me like this,
And He made them like that,
So is He to blame when it all goes wrong?
Or is that not allowed?

Who’s to blame?
The bullies?
Telling me it’s a crime to be me.
Forcing me to hide my emotions,
Because those aren’t allowed either.
Are they to blame?

Who’s to blame?
For making me insecure?
For making me hate myself?
For making me hate the world?
For my death?
You tell me.

~Who's to Blame? by Ryann Austin
"The meaning behind this is simple, I wrote this one to raise awareness about the effects of bullying. Even if the victim doesn't show it, all bullying hurts, verbal or physical. If you see it, take a stand and stick up for the person. I wrote it using a lot of personal experience, though I will admit that some is fictitious."

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