The Bullies
The Bullies (LJH - 2010)
Not just one, but many of them, each one a bully
They believe they’re better; they don’t understand me fully
What ******** they talk, what do they know about me?
They add stuff to hearsay, tell everyone and doubt me
If only they just got to know me they’d see,
I’m not the person they portray me to be
I’m a regular teenager with an older mind
If they knew me they might even like what they’d find
But it’s never the case, they just don’t care
They’d rather mock me, threaten me, it’s really not fair
They can try to intimidate me with vile words of hate,
Or stand waiting for me at the school gate
I’ll stand up for myself when I have to, though it’s a bind,
And hope that they’ll move on with their other daily grind
Knives, bottles, scissors to cut off my hair,
I get knots in my stomach, but try not to care
But how can I not care when it affects my social life,
People hating me for no reason, giving me bloody strife
I just don’t understand their mentality
their jealousy and hate is my reality
However mundane and annoying they might be,
I’ll never let the bullies get the better of me!
Copyright © Laura Hay | Year Posted 2015
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