The Bully

Shane, I’m waiting
For you inside the bathroom stall
Anticipating
Your footsteps coming down the hall
As I stay still
Something makes me ill
My eyes grow wide until
They fill with tears
Visions haunt me
Just as they did when I was young
My poor father
Was given Robert as a son
Robert being me
Shamed the family
Slow as slow could be
While his father had a PhD
Please have mercy
I’m doing everything I can
Robert Senior politely
Asked his son to stand
Do you wanna know why
Your mother died?
When you were born
She couldn’t bear to raise a boy like you
She just couldn’t hack it
Her body attacked itself
By the time the birth was through
She was gone!
Gone!
Shane, I waited
To smash your head against the wall
My self-hatred
Makes me feel like no one at all
I’ll close my eyes
Listen to your cries
And try to feel my size
But my father’s voice will not subside
Ah
Bah-ah
Ah
Bah-ah