The Bully in My Pocket

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.

 

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