Targeted

Who are you?

What are you?

Are you really all you say?

 

How do you do it?

Why do you do?

When will it all just go away?

 

All I can do is feel worthless.

What exactly am I to you?

A chess piece, a puppet, a pawn in your games?

 

You feel on top of the world.

Every step has a meaning a purpose.

Mrs. Perfect, Flawless, School Bully are some of your names.

 

Is it that you are pretending?

Are you just an actress playing a role?

Or are you simply a fake?

 

I should have seen.

I should have known.

A rookie mistake.

 

It doesn’t just happen at school.

Technology allows it to be endless.

You’ve become my haunting shadow.

 

You’re the ringleader in school.

“Bully” doesn’t do you justice.

I quietly bow as I head to the gallow.

 

 

You search the crowds.

You pick an easy target.

You choose someone to crush.

 

You do it to hurt.

You do it for it for amusement.

Is it part of the rush?

 

In the end we’ll have justice.

Our time will come.

Someday the victim will be you.

 

You think you’re just so smart.

You do play the game well.

But, you just don’t have a clue.

 

So I follow your game.

Learn all your tricks.

Flip a switch, I am slowly transforming.

 

I copy you.

I study you.

Guess I am just conforming.

 

I find the appeal.

It isn’t me receiving the pain.

It is different when tables turn.

 

I look back at laugh.

I was pathetic. I need this.

I sit back and watch the old me burn.

 

I understand you.

I like the feeling of power, being superior.

I want it too.

 

I target them.

I hurt them.

I am just like you.