The Bully

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