Confessions of A BullyA Poem by Baby RicochetWith all the bully talk lately it's time to hear from the other side.I was the class bully when I was in school Showed any weakness and you were my tool Recesses and locker rooms I was the king Everyone knew not to say anything
Always in trouble for starting up fights Easy enough for someone to incite I knew all about the strong and the weak I wrote the book on the law of my street
I teased and intimidated whoever I pleased I could make anyone get on their knees I was the worst kind of childhood regression Being fueled by unchanneled aggression
I beat up the years and started high shcool and I had perfected the art of the cruel No one dared give me any kind of s**t Everyone knew to zip up their lip
Strutting down hall ways I owned them all I had an entourage at my beckon call I didn't have to fight anyone anymore That's what all my lackey's were for
Then my world got turned upside down When my first girlfriend came around I was a pariah and a nasty kill joy But some girls can't resist a bad boy
We made out just about all the time I felt like a prince with her hand in mine she left me for a big highschool jock I thought my universe was falling apart
When the smoke cleared and I was alone The pain in my heart had melted the stone I could see fear in kids terrified eyes I knew respect through fear was a lie
I changed my ways and bullied no more Graduated high school and joined the corps Left my home town and never went back It's a s**t little place full of ugly flashbacks
High school reunion there's no flipping way What would I do what could I say Hi here comes your worst childhood fears The one that kept you in therapy for years
I deeply regret everything that I did Every last fight every scared little kid So here's a bit of reformed bully advice If you love to bully you're wasting your life
© 2012 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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24 Reviews Added on October 31, 2012 Last Updated on October 31, 2012 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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