The Dyslexic Poet


I see you, I see the hatred you feel for me splayed across your gaunt features, but you\'re not trying to hide it are you. No well mannered fake smile, no pretentious laugh. here\'s to the bully that punished you with fire, for when they beat you down you raised up higher, so the plot thickens giving viscosity to my fluid curiosities. As you O\' gaggle crouch on mysterious topics of whispers and glances. Eyebrows raised to suspicious activity. Your words like sharp pointed beaks tear chunks of self confidence of my brittle skeleton like facade. You\'re sharp talons gripping me like a snake grips its prey squeezing till they see the weakness they so desperately desire, their nourishment. For what is a bully without his prey. But I refuse to be subjected to your adolescent mind games, and you will not see me break, for I may fall a million times but each time I will rise gallant and up for more! I won\'t bore! I may fall! But I won\'t give up! You will see me down, but never out! For up I rise and rise and rise still to the challenge, the challenge of you.. And more so.. so much more than you!