Dear Bully

 

So you are having a good time?

You read books, watch movies, life is fine?

You come to scold a random person for no reason

When you`re done you go back to your usual business

I should do the same, but I can`t somehow

Your poison to accept and bow

You were so gracious to pay me some attention

It was done with your best intentions!

I should be thankful, so in awe!

I should be enthralled!

And you go back to knitting, reading books

I am in front of the mirror examining my looks

I can`t go out, I feel so ugly, uesless

I wouldn`t want to cause you inconvenience and more injustice

It is my fault, your sickness and disease

Why would I want to cause more harm, no it should cease1

I would stay put, I can`t ignore

Your “words of wisdom” gave me sores

In my skin they made some holes,

As they were absorbed through my pores

They are stuck in my head forever

They are part of my being, soul, every endeavour

As an echo loud and never-ending

I can`t help it any more, I have to stop pretending

You should be proud - you have achieved your goals

You are here after all for the long haul!

No one else would rather join me

Someone like you dead or alive is always here to haunt me

There`s always place for you indeed

Your hate that has become my creed

Your words of wisdom that you always offer

You are the most brilliant author!

You write with blood, pieces of people`s soul

Blood and offerings is what it takes in your world to be enrolled

Causing pain is what you live for, what you crave

By your input nobody was saved

I am here with the mirror and the magnifying glass

Myself, I promise I will continue to harass

The way so many of you have shown me

The most effective way for me and everyone else to love me

I will do your job as best I can

I will make me pay again

I owe you - you were my saviour true

Without you I wouldn`t have a clue

How to deal with my wicked soul

How to starve myself, how to reach my skinny goal

How to be a doormat, hoping to avoid

Those like you I unintentionally had employed

The copies of you, your brothers, sisters

They would gladly offer words of wisdom

Then they`ll go back to do some knitting, read books

While I would try to find some rope and hooks

While I would try to find a building tall

Or maybe pills or poison, or a busy road…

We are aware - it was not your fault

It was me I should have been much more in control

I should have been less sensitive and like you - cold

How dare I react to it at all?

You were to only let it out

You were being yourself, no doubt

You are entitled to your fits

This is your right, these are your needs

Then you ask me to take care of your pet

You ask me to provide a bed

To give you food for free, sometimes a shelter

And you would refuse to do any helping!

You ask for more the list is endless

I have nothing left to give, my world`s in shambles

You pout a lot to that, you don´t hesitate

To throw tantrums, to demonstrate your hate

You call me names, reproach me, try to faint, 

With guild and shame an ugly picture now you paint

Yes, I can see your state

And we can all relate

Sick and tired of misfortunes that you like to overstate

I have nothing left to give you, I have paid!

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