Warzone

• Chloe Quach, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

…the playground is like a battlefield, no guarantee of a win.
Your words are like landmines, explosive, ready to cause pain.
It isn’t a fair war, with nobody on their side.
Constantly putting up a ‘normal’ façade, building up walls,
Not wanting anyone to find out how they’re truly feeling.
Their life is a balancing act, any minute they can fall down,
Down like the tears that run from their eyes.
Inside is safer, where nobody can launch a missile of words on them.
But they sit there, lonely, thinking that this war is one they cannot win.
What is wrong with you?
Why are you doing this?
They cry themselves to sleep,
Dreading what hell the next day has to offer.
They have no armour to protect themselves from your assault of words and affliction,
You’ve turned everyone against them,
And nobody is on their side.
Your words are as harmful as bullets, yet, not even a bulletproof vest can stop the agony…