I don't like being laughed at,
or pushed down anymore than the next person.
But I can honestly say...
I'm used to it.
So... I'm okay.
You see, I've been around long enough to know that it's a cycle.
It goes round,
and round again.
I get pushed down.
I eventually get back up.
Yet no matter how many times I get back up,
Some jerk comes around and thinks it's their right to
call me names
throw me in the dirt
and have the audacity to kick me while I'm still down.
People say they're insecure.
Well, I don't buy that bullshit.
Can children really be that sick?
Getting off from someone else's pain and suffering.
Where does the ignorance end?
It should be well before the victim is found hanging from a noose...
or perhaps afterwards.
But does it end?
Do they feel remorse?
Bullies are inhuman.
Something needs to wipe their asses out,
just like the dinosaurs.
You say I need to be rational.
Calm down and catch my breath.
Quit trying to be my shrink.
You want me to pity them,
to try to understand them.
Why do they deserve my pity,
when they never showed me mercy.
Why understand them?
Because of them I've lost too many loved ones.
They might not have been the ones to tighten the noose...
Put the bullets in the gun...
Or sharpen the blade.
But it's pretty damn close.
When someone commits due to bullying,
it's not suicide.
The bullies murdered them in cold blood.
So don't try to tell me what to do.
Just tell me when all the ignorance ends.
When bullying goes extinct.