“Don’t bully me,” I cry, and that’s all I do.
Guess in the end I would be shaking too.
So weak and fearing of being all lonely
‘Courage’ hated the boy that was within me.
Finding sympathy from a puppy,
Who was all wet with rain just like me.
Out of selfishness I held him tight,
Asking, “You won’t bully me, isn’t that right?”
“Let’s become 'friends', something more than a word,
How I wish your voice can be heard.”
But for that me,
Hearing the voices so loudly,
Knocking my brain and hating me.
“He’s just so filthy,” “Let’s trick that guy”
“I hate you,” “Why don’t you go die?”
The loud, harsh "voices”, aimed at me,
Knocked me down, rejecting me.
Those heartless words, stabbed me inside,
And I was going to cry.
“It’s what you get for wishing,”
A small web that’s so lonely.
Gave such a terrible thing,
To this me.
Even today the voices aren’t stopping,
Pouring in my mind and hurting me.
Stealing glances off people like reading,
Everyone ended up hating this strange me.
I decided to run far and away,
Because I can’t breathe here anyway.
Avoiding the eyes of hate at my back.
Secretly, I took off to a place and lost my track.
A forest where I’d lost my way,
So still where I was lead astray.
Becoming scared this me,
At that time, someone’s waiting.
“Again today I’m once more,
Waiting for ‘today’ that’s just a bore.”
“Won't somebody, come save me?
From this place, I’m so lonely.”
“The voice of the mind”, I heard say,
Sounded like the me of yesterday.
“Aren’t their hearts ‘scary’?”
“Do you need the ‘courage’ to leave this and go away?”
“There’s no hope,” it cried softly.
The boy heard it sadly.
I quietly and cautiously opened the door.
The small girl to me began to say,
“Yesterday, today, and before yesterday,
Seeing a dream where this world so fine.
Will easily fall and die.”
This feeling of “I'm fearful,”
And voices of “It's painful”.
Could I save you like they do in a story book?
With emotions here, I made a choice,
Knocking with a strained voice.
“Don’t worry, it’s alright. So please, don’t you cry.”
If I could laugh and be all fine;
At the heart’s little “voice of the mind”.
Then a “heart that saved a heart”,
Calling it “courage” is a start.
That day the me went forward,
An ordinary day worth shooting toward.
Now the voices outside the door,
I hear no more.