sue.evans

The Victim

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!