'' My Victim's Turned Into A Ghost '' Poem by Bri Mar

My targets are easy,
What I do is sleazy,
But truth is, I don't give a damn,
My comments are cheesy,
In reality I'm sleazy,
I'd say I'm the epitome of calm.

What is it I do,
Don't ask or you'll rue,
Your life I will totally control,
The sickness I spew,
Which is directed at you,
Will send you into a hole.

The victims I pick,
I'll make them sick,
Afterwards I'll return for more,
I believe I'm slick,
My shoes they'll lick,
I'll make their lives such a chore.

While I think it's fun,
Me they try to shun,
I continually ask myself why,
One comment did stun,
He wished he'd a gun,
He said if he did I would die.

I'm found everywhere,
For bullying we've a flair,
We enjoy causing others such strife,
For you we don't care,
Now the internet's there,
We will be the bane of your life.

To hurt I was blind,
At least I didn't mind,
I told them it was all in their head,
One of those I maligned,
To whom I'd been unkind,
Had decided they'd be better off dead.

He had left a note,
Saying don't you dare gloat,
But you are the reason I'm here,
Yes, you can quote,
My spirit will float,
It's you who's now living in fear.

My arrogance I flaunted,
Now I'm feeling unwanted,
About my bullying I did like to boast,
Now my victim's undaunted,
It's me who's being haunted,

‘' My Victim's Turned Into A Ghost ‘'