Do I walk around \'The Victim\'
Written in the relief of my face?
Is it foretold in the lines of my palm?
Is it the suit of self-hate?
Why choose me as your victim of prey?
As alone I stand watching you play
My eyes cast down lest you look my way,
Exposed, cast adrift in the tarmac sea
Bobbing in the shadows, hoping you can\'t see,
Sinking into oblivion - inside and out
And on and on my torment goes.
Your taunts - barbed- aimed only at me,
Your following grows, you amuse your crowd
With my degradation, my dignity exposed,
The jibes, my self-esteem stripped for all to see.
Your ego crows, my humiliation your prize.
My despair grows and on and on my torment goes.
The people in the know ignore my pleas
How can they not see the hate you show?
My pride, my soul, my life in tears
As you play cat and mouse with my fears,
Your tongue, your scalpel, the scars you carve
And on and on my torment goes.
Despair my shroud, beneficiary of a sadistic will
My passage to freedom-the spirit, the opiate - carrying me
To oblivion, carrying me to a place that\'s bully free!