I see him down the corridor
And pray he’s not seen me
I tilt my head, stare at the floor
And hope he leaves me be
My mouth runs dry, my heart beats fast
I know what’s coming next
Not the first time or the last
He’ll put me through this test
And now he’s in my personal space
The names he calls me hurt
The anger in his hateful face
Just emphasis his words
If only I had got the guts
To knock him off his perch
]I doubt it would have taken much
To bury him with words
Cos sadly bullies thrive
On victims feeling shit
And often their own lives
Are reasons they do it
I’m sure that my tormentor
Has changed his ways since then
But I for one will never
Stare at the floor again