That all the mockery and accusations are not getting into my skin.
It is creeping, slowly, sticking into my sagging skin and biting every bone, making itself home.
I don’t know if the people around me, which I consider friends are still my friends
When they are all laughing behind my back
I don’t know if it is safe to tell them what I feel or what I know
I don’t really know if I can thrust fall in the crowd
I hear their voices mocking
Looking for something to laugh at
Something to talk behind my back
You have a leader bully
And you guys happen to be in the flock
I share smiles with you
Share my life with you
But knowing how you cooperate with the leader bully
Causes me to step back
And consider who among the flock are my confidant
I see the contempt behind the smile
It hurts to know that no one from the flock stand against the leader bully
How can someone do so?
Who am I to stand up against?
I guess no one among you are my confidant
Eleonor Roosevelt said,
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
I guess I am allowing the leader bully to make me feel inferior
That it is now creeping in my skin
In my thoughts
In my writing
And now in the way I treat the flock
I lied when I say it’s nothing
I hope someone among you will stand for me
At least I’ll know that you are genuine and true
As I am to you