Thorn in my side
Like a thorn in my side,
I’ve nowhere to hide,
you’ve got a sting in your tail,
and you’ll get me without fail.
Is it my hair, my size or my shoes?
whatever it is I’ll always lose,
tell me what’s wrong I’m sure we can sort it out,
but you’d rather get angry, lash out and shout.
Trials and tribulations are all part of life,
but why do I have to put up with your trouble and strife?
you suppress and repress me and laugh at my woes,
I’d like to see how you’d react if someone bigger stepped on your toes.
There’s a name for your kind you’re a
If I’m not to your liking you’ll tell me why and make me cry,
It’s not just the verbal but also the physical and mental abuse,
do you know how many times I’ve wanted to end it all with my head in a noose?
My brother says be strong, you’ll get bored and it will all come to an end,
I want the end now; don’t need an enemy but a friend,
school years are long and they’re supposed to be fun,
this seems like a battle that can never be won.
You’ve never been strong just aggressive and weak,
you’ve never liked me because I’m kind and meek,
my self-respect and confidence have been taken away,
but I pray to God that they will come back soon, someday.
I’m now older and wiser and even have respect for myself,
Doing well in my career and I even have wealth,
Saw you the other day walking up and down the street,
You should have concentrated on studying not bullying,
Then you would be able to make ends meet.
No more do I have that thorn in my side,
It is now your turn, to run away and hide,
Go on, bend your head down in embarrassment and shame.
Like a newly planted flower, I’ll never be the same again.