He fells in our trap,
He plays along our plan,
He flaunts his belongings,
He boasts about himself,
He has a childish mindset
With a heart very soft
Which makes him cry a lot
He wants the reality to accept him
He’s openly laughed on,
But still in every morn,
He comes with a bright laughing smile
And continues being made fun of
Why do I feel like to insult him
Whenever I see his helpless face?
He once looked upon me,
Told me he felt good with me,
But I don’t know when
Did I ever stop making fun of him
Why do I regret every night
Making fun of him
Why does his innocence
Only strike at night?
And even this poem that I wrote,
I wrote at night.
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Author:
Samnese (
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- Comment from author about the poem: in this poem, I am the bully, and \\\'he\\\' is the one who gets bullied by me almost every time. I explain what I experience every time I bully him and why I bully him. But I don\\\'t know why do I think of making things right at night? \r\nI plan every night that the next day I would go and make it right, I will help him, I will befriends with him. But, the moment I see his face, that face which makes me feel like bullying him ( I don\\\'t have the right word for it, but soon I will ), I know that I can\\\'t help it. I have to bully him till eternity!
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
I loved it. It really sent a message of what a bully could be thinking.
Thanks!
I love how you send a message trough a significant way of writing .
thanks!
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