No More Punching Bag

I won't cry again!
Tears changed nothing,
doesn't stop the pain,
never end the hurting.

My patience is gone,
crushed by the reigning anger.
It grates me to the bone,
the rise of a monster.

The bullies have had their fun,
now it's my turn to make a stand.
I will no longer turn and run
I'll face all of them like a man.

It doesn't matter
if I win or lose.
They will remember,
the day I choose
to stand up
to their abuse.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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