You stand safely across the room and shoot me a threatening glare.
Stay mad at me because your overinflated opinion of yourself, I don’t share
You scream, threaten, name-call, hurl personal attacks, and swear
But only because deep down you already know that I don’t care
How it pains you to realize you can no longer get in my hair
Be careful bully, take a pause, stop for a breath, don’t run out of air
You might as well sit down, bully, take a seat, just grab yourself a chair
You squawk real loud but down below you don’t have a pair
How sad that your labeling, judgements, and verbal insults were made in haste
Maybe you think that what’s below your nose makes up for what’s below your waist
A heaping spoon of your own terrible medicine you’re finally getting a taste
As your time, energy, and breath, you foolishly continue to waste
You choke on your anger and hate as I calmly and silently grind you to a paste
Hey bully, how does it feel to lose control, how bad does it taste