The Bully's VictimChoking on fear to go outside my home,The Bully's Victim2 years ago in Spirit Day More Like This
Dim to anyone outside the mob
Who doesn't utter a word of hate.
I am stumbling, blinded by tears,
Drowning in my hatred
Of the vile, untrue comments splitting my heart.
Voices are yelling, cursing me
As incurable sores break apart my spirit.
Where is my inner voice? It is asleep
As pain from the punches at my face burn like fire.
I limp away from the crowd, bent over
As I cough up blood.
I am drunk with weakness and disbelief.