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Self-Absorbed

This poem portrays the inner collapse of self-worth caused by bullying—

not through visible violence alone, but through neglect, misunderstanding, and silence.

It traces how isolation becomes internalized,

and how fear comes to define a world once shared with others.

 

Self-Absorbed

 

I felt unseen by anyone.

In this world, I was nobody.

I felt understood by no one.

Words became useless in this world.

I felt needed by no one.

I was utterly alone in this world.

 

I felt shunned by everyone.

In this world, I was never taken seriously.

I opened my heart to no one.

In this world, I lived a borrowed life.

I had no relationships with anyone.

My existence was not permitted in this world.

 

I was self-absorbed.

I convinced myself of these things.

I resented being ignored.

I carried my troubles alone.

I retreated into my own shell.

I failed to notice the confusion of those around me.

 

I was self-absorbed.

I hated myself for being unable to be honest.

I could not understand why I kept my heart closed.

I was afraid to expose my weakness.

And so, I could only deny my own existence.

 

Self-absorbed, with my self-esteem stripped away,

I was left alone in the world.

The world became nothing but fear.

 

The loss of self-esteem and the suffering of self-denial caused by bullying

are beyond imagination.)

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