THE BULLY
They kicked her like she were marbles,
They thought, she may enjoy it,
it was all a bit of fun.
Well they enjoyed it anyway.

There were whispers hanging on the grape vines,
But, the teachers never heard the words,
or maybe didn't listen.
As vipers they spat poison,
along the buzzing gossip lanterns,
fuelled up by the cruelty.

One and one and one made nine,
as the rumour mongers, spun their yarns.
Lucy, she said her clothes were cheap,
she looked just like a *****,
they said.
Anna laughed at her,
at the same time as she watched her weep.
Karen kicked a little more.
Not an ounce of conscience was displayed,

Helena, she led the ring of the *******,
the cheerleader for her victims distress.
What nobody knew was that,
Helena,
Helena,she was a victim too,

A victim of her mother's hand,
Daddy was a raggedy drunk,
who beat her black and blue,
Her culture one of cruelty,
was her catharsis,
A toxic enzyme.

Made her life much easier,
when she could dish the dirt,
When someone else was being hurt,
she was the leader of the girl's brigade,
it made her feel important,
she mattered for once.
for the first time in her travesty of life.
Helena was the victim too,
The victim of vicious circumstance!
(C) Livvi