When Bullied I Follow the Lie
I am stomping mad, tromping mad,
ready to slice and dice the cad,
Angry and a tiny little bit sad
because she was so amazingly bad.
Wait a second.
My sane self interjects.
Isn’t what you heard a little suspect?
What if the messenger is the one
who likes to stir me up because it is fun?
I get to the bottom sweet and quick.
Follow the lies through the thin and the thick.
I do not remember who told me, the fourth one says with grit.
I will wait, I respond. Now I know who, but will she admit?
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