That Bully

the strangest things come to mind when I'm folding my socks.

I can't believe he just crossed my mind
That boy who used to pick on me all the time
Haven't thought of him since seventh grade
The summer after he went away
He came back to visit, went to the fair
He told me I'd changed, I couldn't believe he was there
He was the bully, that evil little boy
Picked on little Annie threw her around like some toy
When he came back, I gotta admit I was.scared.
What the f**k was he doing there?
Why on earth did he cross my mind?
Haven't spoken his name in two years' time
I wonder where he's at now
And if he remembers little Annie, and wondering, how?
Am I that little girl he pushed around?
Or does he think of me like I think of him now?

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Bullies are by their very nature cowards. You have accurately penned their lasting imprint and how , if we let them, they can undermine our well being and confidence. You've done a really nice job of constructing scenarios that many children suffer. I like the inner workings of your thought process throughout the piece. You write from the heart and that is what makes you so good.

[Annabelle Lee]

thank you!

[Salar Majak]

you were folding your socks when you thought about it XD crazy enough
and i hate that kind of boys! the poem was full of emotion and tells a needed story, well done, and i second quin's words

[Annabelle Lee]

thanx!

[Salar Majak]

:D

[Frieda P]

Ha I have nothing to say after quin's review, nothing can top that! ;-)

[Annabelle Lee]

that guy sure has a way with his words, huh? haha.

[Frieda P]

He smacked my mouth shut ha

[Annabelle Lee]

HA!

[Frieda P]

:-D

[quinfinn]

he's probably selling used cars or working at the pet department in walmart and his wife kicks his a*s every night when he gets drunk on cheap beer. a******s usually get what they deserve. very compelling and well written poem.....

[Annabelle Lee]

haha..... we can all hope.... thanks, quin!

[quinfinn]

welcome!!!