The hidden truth in their ways,
often denied in their blind arrogance.
Though I can see their motives,
understand the methods!
to their madness,
I do recall, not so willingly,
cohersing with them.
They use pain for pleasure,
but in the end feel only hurt.
Act entitled, inferior even!
But, we all know, that inside...
It is them who are weaker.
We are not the ones
who seek revenge for stupidity,
but them...
Why do they cry?
In their lonely state of mind
Shouldn't they be happy?
If not overjoyed.
They are victorious!
Right?
They are the ones who have achieved their daily goals..
Right?
I mean, they receive the yearned reaction,
we do cry, hurt, and hide.
We do feel less of them.
So why is it that, in the end, they cry?
Because it is us,
who leave stronger,
who won't cry forever.
It is us who,
in the end are stronger...
Not them.
YOU ARE READING
Them
PoetryThis is for the bullied ones, the hurt ones, the ones who were left out and picked on for being different! This is me taking a stand for those like me, and standing up to those who seek us out only to cause us pain... May you one day find peace in t...
