Here I sit alone
Next to a teacher's desk
Like yours once again,
Thinking back about you Mr. Andersen.
Why you might ask?
For one simple reason
Can you guess?
That’s right you can’t
Or can you?
It doesn't matter now
No it does
Did you care about me?
I thought you did
I trusted you
Now I’m not so sure
You lied to my mom
Did you really think I was getting along with my classmates
Do you know what they did to me?
How many times I wanted to hide and cry?
How they took away my chance to have a normal school life
And you too are to blame
You could've stopped it
Saved me
Protected me
Like I thought
No like I wanted you to do
I cried out to you for help
Were my inner cries so weak?
That they were drowned out by my fake laugh
did that laugh sound so real?
That you didn’t see the pain in my face
Was it covered by that forced smile?
It hurt to smile when I wanted to cry
Laugh when I wanted to hide
All I wanted to do was run.
You should know
Why? You may ask.
It was at the hands of your
Dear students
Did you think they were angels?
Then your angels beat me with their wings
They strangled me with their halos,
Rose me to the heavens just to watch me plummet and laugh
Did you really think that they respected the “No Bully Zone”
When it was nothing but a bully zone
They beat me
On the playground
Playing soccer
I was the goalie, Remember?
They shot hard
Straight at me
When I caught it on the ground
They kicked me over and over
Why did I not stop playing?
I did, I drew or wrote instead
You told me to play again
You praised me when I did good
Your praise was addicting
I wanted more
So I kept playing
But one day
You praised my sketches
Of the playground
You praised me
in something other than soccer
Did you not want me to play?
Or was that praise fake
Like my smiles or laugh?
But that day
that smile was real.
I tried to be friends with them
I really did try
The only way I knew how
Talking
I talked every chance I could
I talked at the tables to Get to know them
Their likes
Dislikes
But did you know that no one talked back
Could you tell?
I did find out one of their dislikes;
Me
They disliked me
How did I know?
The words they said
Dumb, Stupid, Idiot, Useless, Moron, Dumbo, Worthless, Girl
Could you tell those words hurt so much?
I wasn’t me anymore
Shy, Quiet, and Isolated
Described me
The fake me
My shield
The real me started to die,
Having to hide so as to not to get hurt.
Did you not see the abrupt change in my personality?
Well, they did.
Like vultures, they wait for the chance
To strike their weaken prey,
pecking and tearing at my flesh
They tore out my heart
and played with it as if it were a toy
They played with my feelings for a laugh!
They took my life away from me
Never again can I be carefree.
Naive, or oblivious.
Did you not see?
In the whole school year
The pain they caused me
When my mom saw their parents
even took part
In causing me pain
You never saw or heard?
The words they used to kill
The old innocent me
Or did you not care?
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Hello! DragonNoir here for a review!

I must say, you picked a very deep and touching subject for this poem. You've also written it very effectively. However, this does not mean there isn't anything you can do to improve. For example, you kept on making new lines in the middle of sentences. You either keep the same sentence on the same line or you do it so that it has an effect. In your case, only once or twice did it have an effect. As well as this, the poem has a constant use of enjambment (no use of puncuation in the lines of the poem), which made the poem go on as if forever. There are so many places where punctuation should have been used, but has not been used. For instance:
"I did find out one of their dislikes
Me"
You need to add either a colon, semi-colon or a comma after 'dislikes' because you are introducing something. You could have used a full stop after 'me' for a very good effect.
As well as this, you used punctuation in the wrong place. You would end one line with a question mark, but go on to continue that same sentence on a new line, which really messed up the flow. An instance where this happens is:
"Could you tell those words hurt?
So much" Usually, you'd put those two lines into one and you'd put the question mark after 'much', because otherwise this does not make sense at all.
Other errors include missing punctuation and capital letters, but I'll leave it to you to be able to find them.
On a more positive note, I really like the imagery you used and how you adapted it to your theme. The poem is long, but effective, luckily only that last one counts.
Overall, I think it's a great piece of poetry, but you have to work on structuring your lines and punctuation.
I hope my review helped!
Yes it does thanks a lot
Hello, Crazy Cattle21 here to try to review your poem. The title of your poem did a very good job of pulling me in but the poem overall was only ok at its best. Some of these are a bit nitpicky I confess but here are two things I think would make your poem better. Being the picky jerk I am, I don't personally take to long poems. A few of your verses could either be longer or put together for example;
My shield
The real me started to die,
Having to hide so as to not to get hurt.
Did you not see the abrupt change in my personality?
Well, they did.
Like vultures, they wait for the chance
To strike their weaken prey,
pecking and tearing at my flesh
They tore out my heart
and played with it as if it were a toy
They played with my feelings for a laugh!
They took my life away from me
Never again can I be carefree.
That was not the best edit ever, but I think you get the idea. I would also advise using a few more commas. When a body is busy writing, things like spelling and punctuation seem like a small and meaningless thing. That is fine, so long as you remember to correct what you missed in a final draft. A few commas would help with the flow of your poem a great deal. One other I didn't notice it at first, but you do have one misspelled word. Moran is spelled, Moron. I think you are off to a good start! By all means, keep writing! Hope to see more of your work soon!
Thank you for the review.
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Hello I am Ishan212 and I'm here to review your poem called the 'Dear Ms. Anderson'.
The poem was about a boy, I presume, who is unhappy, rather angry at his teacher for not doing justice to him as any good teacher would do to all her students. I've no idea about the situation or the background in which you wrote the poem.
Your poem was neither too great that I'll lengths and lengths of paragraphs praising it, nor it was that bad that I would ink four hundred words criticizing it.
According to me it was just another poem, like everyone else's.
I'm presenting my views, in a rather awkward manner, because either I was unable to relate to your poem or your poem did not have the capability or the grip to make the readers feel it.
The poem's protagonist blames the teacher in the first paragraph. I'll give you a proof.
"Here I sit alone
Next to a teacher's desk
Like yours once again,
Thinking back about you Mr. Andersen.
Why you might ask?
For one simple reason
Can you guess?
That’s right you can’t
Or can you?
It doesn't matter now
No it does
Did you care about me?
I thought you did
I trusted you
Now I’m not so sure
You lied to my mom
Did you really think I was getting along with my classmates
Do you know what they did to me?"
Here you write about how the student lost faith and trust in his teacher because the teacher lied to his mother and other incidents.
Now by the end of the paragraph, the boy starts blaming the teacher and rather alleging that she was a mute spectator to all the cruelty and bullying, the boy faced throughout his school life.
And if we further read the poem we understand that the boy was hungry for teacher's praise. He wanted the teacher to praise him and keep on praising him. Have a look at what you wrote.
" did, I drew or wrote instead
You told me to play again
You praised me when I did good
Your praise was addicting
I wanted more
So I kept playing
But one day
You praised my sketches
Of the playground
You praised me
in something other than soccer
Did you not want me to play?
Or was that praise fake
Like my smiles or laugh?
But that day
that smile was real."
First blame the teacher then ask her for praise. It is beyoind my limited understanding, my co authour.
In the last paragraph, you write:
"You never saw or heard?
The words they used to kill
The old innocent me
Or did you not care?"
The boy again alleges that the teacher was ignorant towards him.
But to the contrary, in the first lines the boys says the he thinks that the teacher cared about him.
This poem was confusion for me.
It might me a fantastic poem for someone other but I could not help criticising it.
Keep Writing!!!!!
Thanks
Ishan212
sorry for the misunderstanding but this is a poem about me and I misspelled Mr.Andersen and put Ms.Andersen. thanks for the review