The Bully

Shane, I'm waiting For you inside the bathroom stall Anticipating Your footsteps coming down the hall As I stay still Something makes me ill My eyes grow wide until They fill with tears Visions haunt me Just as they did when I was young My poor father Was given Robert as a son Robert being me Shamed the family Slow as slow could be While his father had a PhD Please have mercy I'm doing everything I can Robert Senior politely Asked his son to stand Do you wanna know why Your mother died? When you were born She couldn't bear to raise a boy like you She just couldn't hack it Her body attacked itself By the time the birth was through She was gone! Gone! Shane, I waited To smash your head against the wall My self-hatred Makes me feel like no one at all I'll close my eyes Listen to your cries And try to feel my size But my father's voice will not subside