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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