The dark,
Overcomes the light,
The meanness within souls,
Only I have had enough.

Those thoughts,
Those words,
Come shooting at me,
From not too far away.

And I fall to the ground,
Heart still pounding,
My mind is racing,
And I weep with such sorrow.

Such mean and hateful words,
For such a small mouth,
And yet,
They make a huge impact.

The words people say,
Sometimes in an e-mail,
Cannot be taken back,
“I’m sorry,” doesn’t mend the wounds.

The shreds of what,
Is left of the friendship,
Is hanging on by a single thread,
Almost ready to release.

The days that were the good times,
When the friendship was crisp,
Are now just memories,
Ready to be forgotten.

Now the hateful words,
On the digital paper,
Are no more than a soft voice,
Inside my head.

They disappear almost instantly,
Those hateful words,
Because I am stronger,
I know what is said isn’t true.

I don’t stoop to a bully’s level,
I stand up for what I believe in,
I stand up for myself and my pride,
And you will not bring me down again.