It was the bully that changed his mind
With each verbal punch that was shewed
But only tucked away hidden of course
Because those who would report would face the same future
The future of falling apart
And so the bully strikes tall and wide
Pulverizing joy to tear down and strip clean any rawness
But my boy it is okay to cry, to try
It isn't society who should kill because if he doesn't kill first he'll die twice
So lurk in the shadows bully
Watch those tears expel from his face
The same that used to smile
The same smile that was used after a kiss, the smile used after a laugh, the smile that smirked at the thought
But that has now severed from his emotions
Clean, cut, stripped from his core as those words disembarrass the person he was
And the person he is now
The bully, so toxic and influential
Fear controls him
But in this game of words there appears to be a twist
A change of plot, a way to deploy the eroded obvious
The bully's secret identity
So let those tears fall and hush them still boy
The bully is inside your head
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
