She has that awful bully complex
And the demon somehow always shows
In words and looks that rather vex
From where much discord always grows.
When provoked by words unintended
There is always a need to strike back-
Conflicts that arise are never mended
Because a bully is always on the attack.
There's an inner need to gain control
That comes from a low esteem of Self,
Always she tries to dominate, rule all-
Inside is a person who needs a lot of help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so nicely sketched, Cynthia, the portrait of a bully!