Bullies are bad but under every one there's a story... |
Life as a bully My bruises are hidden and my mind is a mist When I feel threatened out comes my fist My home is a hell; my future so bleak Cared for I'm not so attention I seek The smells of this world are damp and so dark My only palace is the swings in the park Most avoid me and I wish he would too I would like to speak out but would it seem true? I listen for help; from the crack in my wall But no-one comes; they know nothing at all I oppress others as a release of my hate I am alone and there is no escape Everyone else has a hand to hold This world is so dark, so sad and so cold Why do I have to live with anger and strife? I am a bully and this is my life... |