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...
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
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...
Bullies can really be the softest of souls but because of their life they become the darkest of hearts.