cyberbullying
You Were Never the Victim
Wow, this is the best poetry book in the world.
I love how deep it is.
That one poem is so funny my heart skipped a beat.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the pages.
And the most amazing part is,
It sucked.
A lot.
Who were you expecting, a white knight?
I’ve heard these jokes before in checkout lanes.
And the customers in front of me never knew you existed.
I’m not that pretentious.
But you are.
I do not have double standards.
But you do.
Someone whose castle is built on mediocrity can’t scare me into hiding.
But someone else might be.
The moat is heavily guarded by trolls that can ruin their lives
If they refuse to walk on eggshells around you.
I keep pointing out your flaws
But you never even see them.
Instead, you fired a bomb into the crowd
And ecstatically handed the cannon to me.
You impersonate a traumatized child so onlookers would feel bad for you
And point their fingers at me at the drop of the hat,
Leaving me with nothing else to say in my defense.
I’m beginning to believe you love the drama more than you love your craft.
You’ve thrown burnt bridges in the wind today and I’m off to the pen,
But I’ll let you have your fun for now.
I have stowed away in the back of the truck to escape my sentence,
But I’ve come back to fight you with a rocket.
I’ve been ready for perfect storms since my old flame tried to kill himself.
And pinned the blame on me because he wanted me all to himself.
I have nothing to lose if you play the “defenseless child” act again.
You may have been one locked in a tower once upon a time.
But you grew up to be a dragon and imprisoned someone else.
It’s not my fault that you made yourself look worse.
It’s yours.
You can stop lying to me now.
I know you were never the victim.
The Essence of My Thoughts
I don’t know you!
I don’t want to know you!
But I have to if I need to know why you loathe strangers like no tomorrow.
I’m a curious boy so I can’t stop poking my nose into the mess you made.
There’s a girl who lives in the British Isles.
She doesn’t know you!
You don’t want to know her!
Yet, you cut her open and call the cops on her so they can cure her wounds.
That is no accident. You fractured her soul on purpose and pretend it’s her fault.
Where is your humanity? Are you even human at all?
Who are you to call yourself an advocate for world peace?
So I say fuck your agenda. Your stupidity can't trick me into turning against the girl.
Just because the fire you started ain’t my business doesn’t mean I can’t chime in.
When a maiden as kind and sweet as she is in danger, it is everyone’s business.
Why do you claim to be in favor of equal rights when you have blood on your hands?
A good activist must always be a good pacifist. Never are their words used to perpetrate murder.
Who’s going to stand by you when the gravity of your actions come crashing down on you?
Who’s going to shelter you when the people you speak up for want nothing to do with you?
Who’s going to survive when your puppet shows concludes?
When you drop the mic that’s rigged with a bomb that blew up the city?
Look what you’ve done!! Look what you’ve done!! Look what you’ve done!!
You didn’t wake up to smell the roses that were painted by the blood spilt from your casualties.
The lone survivor is the girl who came close to death and there you are, continuing to break her.
You’d rather be comforted by your ego than brace yourself for the consequences of your miscalculation.
You don’t know the people you’re hurting as well as you think you do.
I pray now that the girl who survived the bombing buys an enchanted shield to keep you away from her.
My hypothesis is that nobody important in your life taught you that karma is a vindictive boomerang.
I’m not known for being a social butterfly, but I know an incredibly deadly viper when I see one.