BULLY!!!

Bully, you bully me; WHY?
My shape, My size, My THIGH?

As victim I ponder HOW?
You get to punch me NOW.

Bully, you bully me; WHEN?
In school, at home: at half past TEN.

As victim, I cry because of WHO?
I cry solely because of YOU.

I slash my wrists. My arms with blades I cut
Another pain is still there, right there in the gut
And All you say is what?
And All you say is WHAT?
All you say is… “So WHAT?”

Bully, you bully me now, with all your STRENGTH and MIGHT,
But know that I shan’t give up the FIGHT,
For I’m realizing now that I was always in the RIGHT.

The end.

An old poem, I wrote reflecting a friend. Written when we were in secondary school. I think I was eleven years old back then.