The bully in my pocket won’t leave me alone
The bully in my pocket hides inside my phone
He follows me around, he follows everywhere
Popping up and bang! like guerrilla warfare.
Each message is a punch, delivered with finesse
Like a boxer on the ropes, my head’s a bloody mess.
But the punches keep coming with no end in sight
An invisible opponent is so very hard to fight
I’ve not got a boxer’s nose or cauliflower ears
But in the dead of night, you see my shiny tears.
My scars are on the inside and may never fully heal
I wonder if he is happy that this is how I feel.
And so here I sit, trying hard not to weep
But oh no! there it is, another bloody beep.