Bully

As I look at the pebbles lining the river
and let my brain wander away,
I cannot help but wonder
what kind of person could act this way?

Who would be so cruel as to fight
and cause others to change their look?
A bully, maybe? Are you a bully,
hurting people’s feelings until they feel ashamed?
Ashamed enough to change themselves?

Who are you to be so awful, so mean,
that you would hurt the ones you love
just by opening your mouth?
Why would you hurl stones at
the beautiful glass man
who has dedicated his life to you
symbolized by that sparkling band you wanted
so badly?

Why do you do this?
Do you wish to be alone,
haunted by the sight of tears
shining bright as headlights
in the wide eyes that stare at you
in disbelief that you hurt them so?

Why do you do this every month
every week
what feels like every day
pushing people away
keeping everyone at arms length,
teeth bared and snarling
like someone wants to hurt you?

When will you understand that the more you bite
the less people will come back?

…

All I can say, is that my brain is broken,
fried,
mis-wired,
that I hurt everyone I love
and have effectively turned into
a bully.