| THE DEATH OF A BULLY | |
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Curtis Watt | |
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I'm glad he's gone! For once I can walk to school feeling free - no eyes on me. I sigh in relief The things that I feel I can easily achieve are beyond belief. I laugh with my friends When we're out at break time there's no pressure on us and the fun never ends. I'm free to be smart Now nobody laughs in the classroom when I show there's love in my heart. My personality was concealed Sometimes I didn't know what was real Sometimes nobody knows the pain you feel When you are all alone. But now he's dead No grabbing and pushing and throwing - no more pain in the head And now I'm glad The worst of the best of his friends still think it's very sad. But I know best No more sitting in injury-corners confused, being pressed to confess. The lesson was learnt before it was too late Now there's no reason for me to hate No more walking around in an empty state Goodbye to that waste of space. His parents were pleased He was so bad that he treated his family as his enemies. Some spoke to me They apologised for letting him be the way he used to be. Now they understand I no longer sit quietly trying to conceal the sores on my hand He used to walk round the place acting all hard He had more report cards than birthday cards Now they lay in a heap on his bedroom floor Reminding me that I'm a bully no more. | |