Oct 2013
Do you feel it?
That satisfaction
You get from
Your petty affairs?
Those ugly names
Those nasty taunts
Those stupid jabs
At my mind and heart
Yes? Ha, how did I know it?
Was it the way you smirked?
Or was it the way your friends
Had laughed, giving you the
Approval you starved for?
Do you feel guilt for the comments
You made about me and everyone
You thought had a low enough
Self esteem to actually listen
To the petty little comments?
No? I'm right agains? Tell me, how am I so good at it?
At telling that you have no remorse for what you do
And say? It is as if you feel like one day, one boring
Day in the middle of school, your kingdom, your antics
Will pay off. Well, it's your turn to take a guess. Do you
Really think it makes you seem better? Yes? Well,
How the **** does that make any sense? Are you really
Low enough that this makes you feel good about yourself
And that twisted heart thump-thumping in your chest?
Does making other kids question their bodies and
Lifestyles make you feel like your own is so much better?
Yes again? Oh, my dear, how ignorant you have to be.
You are so wrong; it's disappointing. This behavior only pushes us to the top. Yeah,
Us. I mean myself and those other 'ugly, stupid, ******, slutty, ghetto, freaks'.
We grew our shells to shield from your words. Those shells will never crack, but you?
You have nothing but the names that spew from your mouth like from a fountain,
But every well dries out. What do you do then? Move on? Become a better person?
Make new friends and settle down? Have kids only for them to turn out just like you?
Yeah, right. I wish you the best of luck, you fake, overrated *****. I am done with your ****.
See, the difference between you and I, is that when I call you a pretentious *****,
I have a reason. You tear at a person's self esteem until you see your victim bleed
On the inside and out. You're sadistic and greedy. You want all the pain you can
Get out of others. Me, though, I call you a ***** because that is what I see. An infected
Dog looking for something to bite and pass your symptoms on to. You know, that
Bitterness you cause wherever you go, almost like the Midas Touch. How about the
***** Bite? Come on, bully. What are you going to do next? Hurt my feeling? I dare you.
Because I have strength now. Strength in my heart that I never had. Strength in my mind that I Didn't know was there before. Strength in my confidence that you jump started. I guess I Should thank you, then. For all the teeth grinding moments that I wanted nothing more than To snap back, but my attitude had not yet developed. Now, I am not afraid to do it. To snap at You and tell you back off. I will, and you still may find flaws to push me down with, but I will Always get up from the dirt and fight back. I will never give in to you. No, never. Remember This now, and remember this later when You decide I'm not enough like a 'perfect' Barbie doll, I will always be strong enough to fight back. I found confidence in anger. I found courage in sorrow. I found a reason to fight in your wicked grin. Thanks, I guess.
That satisfaction
You get from
Your petty affairs?
Those ugly names
Those nasty taunts
Those stupid jabs
At my mind and heart
Yes? Ha, how did I know it?
Was it the way you smirked?
Or was it the way your friends
Had laughed, giving you the
Approval you starved for?
Do you feel guilt for the comments
You made about me and everyone
You thought had a low enough
Self esteem to actually listen
To the petty little comments?
No? I'm right agains? Tell me, how am I so good at it?
At telling that you have no remorse for what you do
And say? It is as if you feel like one day, one boring
Day in the middle of school, your kingdom, your antics
Will pay off. Well, it's your turn to take a guess. Do you
Really think it makes you seem better? Yes? Well,
How the **** does that make any sense? Are you really
Low enough that this makes you feel good about yourself
And that twisted heart thump-thumping in your chest?
Does making other kids question their bodies and
Lifestyles make you feel like your own is so much better?
Yes again? Oh, my dear, how ignorant you have to be.
You are so wrong; it's disappointing. This behavior only pushes us to the top. Yeah,
Us. I mean myself and those other 'ugly, stupid, ******, slutty, ghetto, freaks'.
We grew our shells to shield from your words. Those shells will never crack, but you?
You have nothing but the names that spew from your mouth like from a fountain,
But every well dries out. What do you do then? Move on? Become a better person?
Make new friends and settle down? Have kids only for them to turn out just like you?
Yeah, right. I wish you the best of luck, you fake, overrated *****. I am done with your ****.
See, the difference between you and I, is that when I call you a pretentious *****,
I have a reason. You tear at a person's self esteem until you see your victim bleed
On the inside and out. You're sadistic and greedy. You want all the pain you can
Get out of others. Me, though, I call you a ***** because that is what I see. An infected
Dog looking for something to bite and pass your symptoms on to. You know, that
Bitterness you cause wherever you go, almost like the Midas Touch. How about the
***** Bite? Come on, bully. What are you going to do next? Hurt my feeling? I dare you.
Because I have strength now. Strength in my heart that I never had. Strength in my mind that I Didn't know was there before. Strength in my confidence that you jump started. I guess I Should thank you, then. For all the teeth grinding moments that I wanted nothing more than To snap back, but my attitude had not yet developed. Now, I am not afraid to do it. To snap at You and tell you back off. I will, and you still may find flaws to push me down with, but I will Always get up from the dirt and fight back. I will never give in to you. No, never. Remember This now, and remember this later when You decide I'm not enough like a 'perfect' Barbie doll, I will always be strong enough to fight back. I found confidence in anger. I found courage in sorrow. I found a reason to fight in your wicked grin. Thanks, I guess.
There are some pretty mean girls at my school, like I imagine are at all other high schools. I just got reallt fed up today, and what I said above has been true for a while. I have gained so much strength and personality and courage in the past few years. Do the '***** Bites' still sting, even with my shell? Hell yeah, they do, but I have learned to deal with it. Is it okay, then? Never. We are supposed to be equals, but people who put themselves on pedestals to put everyone else below them don't deserve my respect.
