fast past down the hallways

just stare and focus on one thing

pretend it is all you care about

just pray to God you aren't seen

and hopefully

you will be as invisible as you feel

hold your books so tight your hands turn red

hold them as if the wind is blowing harder by the second and once you drop them they're gone

 hold on to any near objects

is what some people do when they see a bully

 

haert pounding

 breath deepening

eyes watering

i begin to choke on my  own words

i look to find my belongings in another's hands

you can take ti, it;s okay

 it's okay you can take it

i didn't realy want it anyway

are the lies that swarm my mind

 

suddenly i'm pelted with harsh, irreversible words

block it out, block it out

i did not  hear what i just heard

what they say is not true, is what i try hard to believe

while the mentally injurious comments consume me

 

i don't care, i don't care: the thoughts that enter my mind, too late too stop the roll of a tear

so many thoughts and feelings cloud my judgement

seems so much harder to fight than submit

i have now found my new mission statement

i'll be antisocial and aviod conversations with any and everyone

so when the pain and fear comes my way once again, to it i will be numb

is what some people do who are bullied

 

aha, i see again a person forcefully made the punchline of a joke

there they sit, so innocient

and i watch their face fill with humiliation

and i laugh

though if it was me

i wouldn't be standing here, doing the same thing

i turn my head to make sure i am doing the some thing

 as the others i see

i turn around to walk away, leaving that victim the same way i found  them

it has nothing to do with me

i'm just glad i wasn't in that situation as he

is what some people do when they see a bully

 

my lips are scrunched

my anger bubbling so hot inside me

not sure how to deal with it properly

my soul feels like an oven, so hot

i can't contain it all, not for long

pretty soon my anger transforms into bullets, and

the next thing i have a loaded gun

i guess i'll just point it at whoever crosses my path; READY, AIM FIRE!

but originally i didn't plan to shoot anyone

is what happens to a person who turned into a bully

 

the ton weighing heart inside my chest aches

excruciatingly

my shoulders sag with deppresion i no longer want

and  don't know how to get rid of

the thing that would bring light to my face, is the thing i need more of,

love

 

i will no longer be the reason for all the things, that happen to me

i'm tired of blaming myself

but i can't bring myself to blame anyone else

 

no one will see me cry

my pain, guilt, and sorrow i shall hid

to become tougher than anyone i know

my harsh side is the only thing that i will show

is what happens to a person that turned into a bully