He has a name, lives do he in a neighborhood, maybe yours,

You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school, he still lives.

He knows of many people and he’ll meet many more, not a friend is he,

I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my childhood reality.

More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was special as

He followed me through my younger days or waited for me to get to school.

He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully who waits every day,

Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the peaceful one.

The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways are found out,

Although he will lose his power, again he is born with another face.

I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces of ugliness,

He can no longer touch me, He knows I’m not afraid.

The bully goes too far and each day he disappears.

Keith Garrett


14 thoughts on “THE BULLY

  1. Knew a few when I was a child. My brothers and my father were men who could become violent when angry. I decided that I wasn’t going to be like them and I felt the fists of others and the shame when I simply walked away from fights all the while knowing that I could easily beat my enemies but I wanted to be different.

  2. Its so sad that not only did we have them during out childhood but they still exist in adults. Eager to tear down and spread hate. 1st john 5:19.

  3. Great writing about the bully. Keep on keeping on. For me, I believe that some of the best ways of conquering the horrible grip of bullies is to go into fields where self-expression is more than acceptable, like fields of journalism, publication, news, reporting, television, movies, writing, and all sorts of art. Once the bully realizes his or her secret is no longer, the bully will run into the shadows and never be seen. Bullies don’t like it when the survivors speak out, write out, art out, or express themselves in any way. Peace. artfromperry

  4. Awesome post! And I can so relate. I was horribly bullied for five years during school and it only stopped when I finally transferred schools during my senior year in high school. During those difficult years, writing about it in a journal every day was the only outlet I had and what fulfills me today is that I’ve blogged, written and published a book about the torment. Another thing I’m passionate about is reaching out to kids who are bullied today.

    Many of my old bullies who found out about the book sent me nasty messages and threats through social media until I blocked them. It’s been thirty years and must of them are the same pathetic people they were back in the day. Regardless of what they may tell you, bullies are not happy people. Why else would they go out of their way to hurt others?

    I’m so fortunate to have survived and regained my confidence and happiness. But too many aren’t as lucky as I was. Thank you so much for writing about it and letting others know that they aren’t alone. Keep up the great work! Wishing you many blessings!


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