Bully
My eyes darting aound.
My heart jumps to my throte then down.
My hand shaking.
And knees quaking.
I feel like im beginning to drown.
The hairs on my neck stand straight.
My soul isnt great.
Its mean and alone.
I ask for help but no, im grown.
Ill come back taller and stronger.
And ill fight longer.
Because i cant lose anymore.
This time im gonna set the score.
Though it feels like they constantly raise the bar.
Im gonna get over and march toward a star.
You cant stop me but you can try.
You can strain and pry.
But ill leave you on the ground and you can look up into my eyes.
And see how strong i am to your surprise.
Your just a bully layin on the ground now.
On the ground confused asking how.
To all the kids with a bully out there.
Get of the ground and hit them back.
Let them know that you dont care.
Get up and give them a good smack.
They wont mess with someone that cracks them back.
My lesson that i say.
Is to never let ANYONE get in your way.
Copyright © Zach Kindell | Year Posted 2012
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