At My Bitter Expense

It's all about being bullied, and what it can do to a person emotionally and physically

The feeling of pressure running toxins in my blood

And you claim it's all for humour, all misunderstood

I'm finding my feet and you smashing what's left into dust

You're breaking me and all I can feel is the pain in my heart

 

I'm not going home tonight, because your words will only haunt me there

Never can one soul hurt so much and leave me scared

All done for jest, at my bitter expense, but you're either wicked or unaware

 

I'm not letting you rule me now

I'm not letting you crush my heart

I'm through with wicked rules and wicked ways

With heavy heads and crooked games

 

Your friends act as dogs to an unrelenting master

They love you too, wool thrown over rose-tinted eyes

Cruelty reigns supreme in this world, a lesson to learn

But I can't bring myself to inflict your pain on others 

 

I'm not staying here, because you'll only seek to tear me apart

Testing for a reaction that'll never come, and your eyes dare me to lash out

I thought respect would come in time, but it's not even a start

 

I'm not letting you rule me now

I'm not letting you crush my heart

I'm through with wicked rules and wicked ways

With heavy heads and crooked games

 

All that's left of me has gone

All that I've become has shattered

And you just laugh at my bitter expense

As if none of this even mattered 

 

 

 

 

The End

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