'' As, With Strength You Become Endowed '' Poem by Bri Mar

I'm not mad,
Yes, you are,
This is sad,
You're so bizarre,
Are you glad,
You've left a scar,
I hope it makes you proud.

Inflicting pain,
I like to do,
What do you gain?
Hurting you,
Please do refrain,
You misconstrue,
This I'll shout out loud.

You must be weak,
I will pronounce,
It's you I'll seek,
Then I'll pounce,
Your future's bleak,
I will announce,
I'll make you feel so cowed.

Friends at hand,
To see you flail,
They understand,
That you are frail,
They'll make a stand,
When you turn pale,
There's courage in a crowd.

No thought given,
To how you feel,
We are driven,
To make you squeal,
Your face is riven,
To us you'll kneel,
We'll see you in a shroud.

We feel empowered,
Till you fight back,
We're being devoured,
As you attack,
The bullying coward,
Starts to crack,

‘' As, With Strength You Become Endowed ‘'