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The Overachiever
Study, study, read.
Eyes become sandpaper orbs.
Only A’s will do.
The Underachiever
I’ll try if I must,
But I will sleep if I can.
As long as I pass.
The Lonely One
Sitting alone now,
and every day. Perhaps a
friendship in college?
The Bullied One
Crying in the stall.
They laugh and tease and gouge small
holes in my armor.
The Bully
Mean jokes and small barbs
make my own pain disappear.
I’m sorry…I’m scarred.
Written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge–5 Haikus
So This Is Writing? 
Is the bully sorry?
Usually. But sometimes he/she can’t express it in healthy ways. This is one of the many reasons I teach–to help these kids change, realize their potential, and their power to do good in the world.
I do feel compassion for them. Often their family lives are a tapestry of bullying. Sometimes I think they feel more anger than remorse, though.