The Bully Poem by Bev Haigh

Its that time again, I don't want to go
She will be there, she makes me feel low
Laughing at me she always mocks
Yet again my confidence she knocks

Stand up for yourself people would say
Tell her get lost, make her pay
This woman stood tall at the side of me
I felt so small, as small as can be

I always kept quiet, too scared to confront
But she never was, she was always so blunt
What is her problem I'd sit and wonder
If I spoke to her, her face was like thunder

When she struggled like a fool I would ask
Would you like me to help you do that task?
In an unmeaning way I made her inferior
See she wasn't so tough as her hard exterior

One day I realised where her problem laid
The emotion was jealousy that she displayed
I was always well liked and had many friends
It seems to her popularity offends

I was good at my job, she hated this fact
In an ugly way it made her act
To some degree she ruined my life
She was forever causing me strife.

Unable to cope with her bullying ways
I was sick of her ruining my working days
I decided to move on to new pastures green
And now I have a much happier routine