Concetta Neville - Bullies

They would laugh, they would point, they would hurt and would tease.
They would do this all, and more to me.
They would make up things that weren’t true.
They would make me look the biggest fool.
They would be the ones to push and shove.
They would be the ones to make me hush.
They would be the ones to sneer and glare.
They would be the ones without a care.
They would be the ones I’d come to loathe.
They would be the ones without a soul.
They would be the bullies, and me, i'd be prey.
They would make me suffer every day.
They would be the ones to snicker words.
They would be the ones to make me hurt.
They would be the one to judge my cloths.
They would be the ones to turn me cold.
They would be the ones to ruin my name.
They would be the ones who called me lame.
They would be the ones without a heart.
they would be the ones to tear mine apart.
They would be the ones to come to me.
they would be the ones my nightmares seek.
They would be the ones behind my back.
They would be the ghosts that haunt my past.

Concetta Neville

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