I've had days that I've felt rotten. Reason's why, long since forgotten. Memory strong and fading the same. Heck!, Now I've forgotten his name. The words hurt me I do suppose Nope! Sure wasn't the punch in the nose. It wasn't I blackened his eye. Nope! That wasn't what made me cry. I protected a weak one. And that was just a good deed done. Nope! It wasn't my then bloody mouth, I was bleeding home to the houth. I seen something that wasn't right. I charged in, joined the fight! Nope! It wasn't my now loose tooth. I was bleeding home to the hooth. A big one fights a small fellow. Wasn't a fighter nor yellow. I joined the fight in a rage. And that is what sets the stage. What I don't understand fully. I won! I had beat the bully! I had overcome some of my fears! Still I walked home in my tears? Even though I fought and had won! Also knew what else I had done. I placed myself in a jam. The BULLY! Now is who I AM! I could have stopped when he ran! Instead I wanted to be the man! Sounds so silly 'til I explain. I wanted to give him the same pain! I turned a good into a bad. This is what had made me so mad. It causes a bitter sorrow. I'll remember through tomorrow. Poetry Index Page Created: Sept 18th, 1999

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