|THE DEATH OF A BULLY|
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.