Every morning when I wake up,
you were there not to greet me,
but to hurt me.
You were there every day,
putting weight on my shoulders
dragging me down
and telling me how I wasn’t meant to be.
You were the one,
who would tell me
how I wasn’t good enough,
smart enough,
or cool enough,
leaving those voices in my head
making me feel bad about myself.
You were the one,
who trapped me in a corner,
locking the door behind you
because you couldn’t face me anymore.
You were the one
who made my dark days
even darker,
even when I tried turning the light back on.
You were the one,
who would mock my face
and make fun of the way I dressed,
even though I go to uniform school.
And I believed you.
I was ready with a knife
ready to take my life.
Just so that you could be happy.
But then I wouldn’t be happy.
I wouldn’t of been able to
live the life I wanted to,
without you constantly pulling down on my back,
telling me what to do
day and night,
do this do that.
And to think that all these years
I fell into your trap
sacrificing my entire life,
just so that you could be happy.
You were the one
who would push me back down,
not to see me stand back up again
because your days of being King are over.
You made me feel
invisible to the world,
when in fact
there was always someone right beside me,
telling me how much they loved me,
how much they cared about me.
How I was the one
who brought joy to their life.
How I was the one
who brought them back up.
No matter how much you tried
pushing them back down.
So, you so called BULLY.
Your days of being King are over,
now it’s my turn
to take back the throne.
You may not be a fan of my flaws,
but I didn’t say I was perfect.
And neither are you.
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