We've all fought one before,
he's the child at the bus stop,
he's the man sittin on the porch,
spittin his chew, callin' you a flop.
Bullies.
Despicable people, inside and out,
to hurt one another,
without hesitation,
and without a doubt.
Why do they do such a despicable thing,
why do the enjoy
to cause such suffering?
Do they think it a game
to poke fun of someone
just because of their name?
Do they think it fun
when they play the game
of hit-and-run?
Words hurt too,
we've all felt it before,
we all dread the feeling of seeing the bully,
even once more.
Each day we grow weary,
of the battle we have to face,
sometimes we wish that we could leave,
and never leave a trace.
We cower in the dirt,
hide in the covers of the night,
we cry ourselves to sleep,
hoping things will be alright.
It tears us down,
little piece by peace,
and we look to other things
to find a "sweet release".
No my friend,
that's a sad path you'll choose,
when you think the only option,
is winning by having your life to lose.
What a sad, sad day indeed,
when you pick that dark and painful road,
all because of that bully,
the pain that they have sowed.
You've kept a journal, a diary, a record,
some where deep inside your head,
your heart feels the pain,
and it wishes it were dead.
Lonely is the path,
of the victim of the bully,
when all they ever think about,
is trying to be lonely.
They have no friends,
they say to themselves,
they have no one to rely one,
no one
else.
Oh bully, what a tormentor,
the devil in the form of man,
he does his wicked works,
spreading lies and pain as far as he can.
But.
They too, are not invincible,
through their stabbing words like burning knives,
they too are flesh and blood,
even through their electronic lives.
They eat, they breath, they live like us,
don't mind the foulness
as they make a slight ruckus.
They travel in packs, they're only along for the ride,
but they are the ones who are truly alone,
not know who's on their side.
They are humans, just like us,
he's just the kid that takes the same bus.
At home, we don't know, what goes on in there,
that kid probably has parents who really don't care.
Or maybe their spoiled rotten,
rotten to the core,
and they'll learn the hard way,
just what they're looking for.
Trouble.
Don't take revenge,
or anger upon your trespasser,
forgive them in love and kindness, you see,
because what they really need
is a sense of pity.
Aye, pity indeed, the pour souls
that torment you,
because as it turns out,
that's all they really can do.
If push comes to shove,
help them with love,
show them the way is wrong,
by singing the 911 song.
A simple call, a cry is all that's needed,
one simple complaint, is all and the enemy is yet defeated.
Bullies.
Can harm you, in more ways then one,
but with the call of justice and the law,
their evil doings are done.
Bullies,
are the ones who are truly alone,
those savage beasts can't appreciate life, like you and I do,
if they only know how to gnaw on bone.
Bullies,
don't bow down to them, but don't put up a fight.
I only ask you friend,
that you show them what's right.
Beware that you turn,
to the thing you detest,
be very scared if it seems,
you're no better than the rest.
Bullies.
Seen kids get picked on, and I knew it wasn't right. So with a few words of encouragement, the case was resolved, all without a fight.
But I've also seen, how easy the table turns,
when it's the hunger for power, is a person's desire to earn.
So be careful, of this two edged blade,
do not vanquish the monster, only to have your humanity fade.