There is a bully in every age and every time.
They come with the tide it seems,
They can never hide.
They reside in their smallness
And in their glee
That you won't really understand them.
They think it's funny the pain they bring
You can shake em,
You can hit em,
You can arrest em
But you will never understand the pain they bring
They may not say the same thing but they all mean the same thing
For this is their manifesto:
You don't deserve to breathe the same air that I breathe.
You don't deserve to have feelings because you are beneath me.
You are ugly and have no place in my little world.
You are brilliant and funny when you should be dull, talentless and stupid like me.
You think you are too good and too successful to be a real human being.
I shall make it known that I will drag you down.
I shall make you drown in silence.
You shall not be bold.
You will do what you are told.
You shall be of the hive.
How dare you strive to be different,
Different breaks our little minds.
Do not compute.
What can be done?
Do we bend for them and turn a blind eye,
Make excuses for them?
"Oh that's just how she is, she's just angry all the time."
"Oh he just likes how you react, so don't act like that okay?"
Sympathy for the bullies has run thin until we bring up elections,
Then it's not an infliction;
Just a bad habit.
I wrap myself in a blanket of depression,
Cursing the day I was born and all the bad that came after that.
Thinking about letting go,
Thinking about not to be,
Thinking about not being me,
It's an illness called self-bullying.
