The BullyBy J A McManus

Your words will never hurt meAbove them, I shall always riseLike warm air that escapes highInto the winter’s sun kissed skies

Your hate does not infect meTo that illness, I am immuneI don’t want to be like youI like to dance to my own tune

Your punches I do not feelFor I am so far, far awaySafe, in my own little landWhere pain and panic do not stay

So, go ahead and beat meBully me, if it makes you grinJust know you will not break me

Because bullies can never win