The Bully's VictimChoking on fear to go outside my home,The Bully's Victim3 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.
Evolving"Excuse me sir are you alright?" Paul glanced up at first dazed at hearing the voice which slowly brought him out of his trance. The glazed look began to fade from his eyes and he took in the sight of the pimply grocery store clerk that stood uncertainly before him. Paul glanced down slowly and saw that he was holding a package of raw meat of which he had torn open and had been eating. Blood dribbled down from his chin. He did not know what to make of this but was seized by great embarrassment. Housewives stood around watching him with paralyzed horror. "Uhh" was all he could say before dropping the meat and fleeing from the store.Evolving3 years ago in Writing More Like This
The cold air felt good once he stood outside but he had no idea where he was or how he got there. He had no memory of coming here. He frantically scratched at his chest, over his legs, and arms, those blasted scales itched like hell. He could feel them as if they were alive. They were still moving, morphing. What was happening to him?
He caught s